Everybody Knows That Everybody Dies

Some of us are destine to be outlived

Everybody knows that everybody dies

She looked into the mirror, so deep in thought, for one short moment she almost rethought.

But as her eyes began to glaze she new it would soon be the end of her days.

As her hands found purchase on knife and blade she thought, for one quick moment, could leave this maze but she still knew; she was in no such haze.

She stood staring into her own green eyes yet still she could not see past the secrets and lies...everybody knows that everybody dies.

With a sad sigh it was in that moment she chose, it was only the Lord who truthfully knows.

She wiped away the tears that fell from her eyes, because everybody knows that everybody dies.

As the knife went across her wrists she was finally in one last moment of complete bliss.

As the world around her began to shake and blacken a crimson smile spread across her face...she had finally made it to the end of her days.

Her body fell to the cold hard ground and as she saw the blood on the floor she smiled, for she knew she would live no more.

With one final breath she closed her eyes; because everybody knows that everybody dies.

Author's Note

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Reviews

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Thank you, Dhiman, your very kind...peoples reveiws always make my day!😄

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Priceless!!!

There is a strong thought provoking message in your poem, it makes the reader think about the universal truth of mortality... You chose the title very elegantly... Perfect word choices with a pattern of simplicity... You are a brilliant writer... This poem is a good reminder for all of us that there is always an end to all of our lives...

Sincerely
Dhiman

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Thank you so much, your very sweet ;> POET KEHAAR

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We maybe all gonna die. Your pice is very raw and truthful. Words are like razors but there is kind of gently stream. And when you write about her wrist. There is break point to make short cut to the death. Your poem have good mood at art meaning. Make me think . How my death will be. If there will be my loved ones around. And maybe I gonna let read your poem . Cause is simply great.