Out of The Body I Fly

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My wish, my words, my poem about death.

Submitted: June 10, 2019

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I wish there is one day

I can die in the sunny blue sky.

It will drop plenty of pink rains as I fly

up the mountains, through the trees,

across the oceans, into the sea,

to kiss every one of my friends goodbye.

I wish they don't spend time to cry

as I will come back as another pumpkin pie,

and smile at you as I come by.

 

The rains will wet the black soils within the blink of an eye.

Green trees will grow tall just nearby.

Flowers will be surrendered by butterflies.

At nights, the songs of nightingales will multiply,

While the stars beaming as if covered by fluorescent dye.

 

You may think I look at death through some magic-eye,

and I am just humming a lullaby to you through Wi-Fi.

But I know you are as a tough guy as do I,

and feel the Grim Reaper is someone we don't have to buy,

there is no need to spend the rest of our lives to wonder why.

 

To me, death is just out of the body I fly.

There is nothing I need to deny or defy.

One thing will not satisfy me though is,

Before I take my fly, I do not get a chance

to get everything I want or like a try.

 

So here is my poem, my wish and my words

for someone who has happened to know me

from reading stories of mine.

Maybe it is as simple as saying the phrase of

'I love you. I will be back. And please don't cry.'


© Copyright 2019 Derina Penn. All rights reserved.

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