Death Poem by Ellen Rose Guilaran

Death

See these death of baby pigeons?
Isn't it sad? A life so young to be over
As quick as death of our relationship

We must be careful of what we revive from the grave
It can turn into two things: life or decaying
One, it is reborn into something new
Two, it is a creation of abomination

Dismembered parts of my soul
Spilled blood of the covenant
Are casualties I once risked
For the sliver of light once night was over

It wasn't fair; you took all of you
To conquest you thought you'd win
She cannot be conquered; a hard lesson that humble you
It broke you in desperation

This is where the beauty of things blossom
When you'd see through my sharp illusion
That I was not once you thought of me
Remember the hurt thee broken mended

[If] its real, its true, its love
Cross oceans and climb mountains
Again and again
No compensation to gain
Only sure that this is rewarding

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Originally written on July 29,2023
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