When every time I felt like, it was the end,
And every time I thought, it was the last time I died
I died deaths after deaths, bit by bit;
And each new death seemed to be less painful,
Thus gradually I got used to dying; I knew death would impend
After dying many a death; I felt like death was my only friend;
When it’s all over, and nothing else is left behind;
When all is faint and lost; then there’s only death, and I.
Death to me, is so loyal; that it waits for me across the corner,
Stealthily each step in life; and it has never betrayed me;
I’ve found it, always by my side; following me like a shadow;
And when its time to be alone; death walks toward me;
Silently from behind; wraps me in his arms;
Clings onto me; and clutches my heart;
I die the death; I die and die; the death I die every time;
I don’t know how many deaths I will die more!
© Sobia Nosheen (26 October 2007)
