Chant du cygneA Poem by Kat Collins"Mors ultima linea rerum est - Death is the last boundary-string of things" - HoraceI am not afraid of death. I am afraid of not living. Not being. Not existing. Nothing. The dissolution of my soul, Into the inky abyss. Forevermore, I long to wander. Planted on terra firma. Relishing delights, Of a life well lived. And living. Still living. Breathing. The blessing of perpetual life, Hope springs eternal. I am not afraid of death. I am afraid of not living. Not continuing. Not respiring. Ceasing. Shuffling off this mortal coil, Into the gentle night. My final exit. Chant du cygne. © 2011 Kat CollinsAuthor's Note
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18 Reviews Added on September 20, 2011 Last Updated on September 20, 2011 AuthorKat CollinsAllentown, PAAboutI'm a writer, freelance web designer, and voracious reader. I'm a collector of words, experiences, and emotions. I've been writing since I was "knee-high to a grasshopper" and feel lost without it. Wr.. more..Writing
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