poem on Death
A poem I wrote about my reflections on my impermanence and death.
When the film runs out of tape it is complete
The day will come my last breathe is released
The body is dropped, heart had its last beat
When the film runs out of tape it is complete
What was meant for me had not evaded me
Assignment finished, now the soul is free
When the film runs out of tape it is complete
The day will come my last breathe is released
