Description: Ok. I know what you all are thinking, "This guy's just another one of those kids that write poetry about suicide."
Well, you're wrong. See, I'm plenty happy, but as fate would have it, I'm stuck with this god damned disease that kills off my red blood cells.
Sooooo, yeah, don't assume. It makes an Ass out of you and me. I prefer to do that on my own.
Death is but a Doorway -------------------------------------------
Death is but a doorway;
A great adventure in the making.
Death is but a Doorway;
Who can prove it isn’t fun?
Death is but a doorway;
One I can’t comprehend.
Death is but a doorway;
One through which I’d rather not tread.
Death is but a doorway;
Why does it loom over me so?
Death is but a doorway;
I don’t want to go.
Death, that ominous doorway,
Oh won’t it go away?
I's hard to write a comment about it, because you sum it up so well. It's almost inspiring really.
Death is but a doorway you say.
I would describe it as more of a path actually. Something we all have to take sometime. Sometimes we may walk upon it sooner than we wish, but we have no control over that.
I personally don't think this piece is any way mourning over a death, or being a suicidal twit. It kind of "speaks".
Hmmm....Not your usual style of writing. Simpler. Easier to comprehend. I like the first stanza a bit more. More...structured or something. //shrugs//
I agree. Death is but a doorway. It could be fun. In the wise words of Albus Dumbledore," Death is just the next great adventure for the ___mind." Some word meaning wise and adventurous. I dunno. Something.
I think a lot of people look poorly on death when in reality it's just something we don't understand.
Still...the thought of...//shrugs//
Death doesn't go away. It's an archway that waits for us all. Some sooner. Some later. But, it always comes.. And, then afterward... bright lights and shiny stuff.
Submission Name: Death is but a Doorway
