Never Dying Poem by Nicolette Gonzalez

Never knowing,
That sweet feeling called death,
Always living,
In the shadows of fear,
Lost in a world,
Without pain.

Never seeing,
The truth that is death,
Always lonely,
In a pit of despair,
Lost in a world,
Without love.

Never hearing,
The sound that is killing,
Always deaf,
In a soundproof room,
Lost in a world,
Without words.

Never tasting,
The delicious embrace that is a kiss,
Always bland,
In a corner of your mind,
Lost in a world,
Without another.


Never feeling,
The cold that is the morning air,
Always nothing,
In a void of darkness,
Lost in a world,
Without emotion.

Can you hear it,
The call of death,
No,
Death forgot you.

Can you feel it,
The wave of cold,
No,
Death can't claim you.

Can you see it,
The cloaked figure of death,
No,
Death was never there.

Can you taste it,
The bitterness of the dead,
No,
Death will never exist.

You are a bird,
So who clipped your wings,
And put you in that cage.

You are a dog,
So who put a muzzle on your face,
And chained you down.

You did,
You drank from the spring,
You claimed what was not yours,
So go to that corner,
And hide in your mind.