Is it?

Which is harder, living or dying?

Is it?

Is it hard to die?

To inhale one last time as that life-breath leaves you,

Have the lights go out in your eyes?

 

Aren’t those lights in your eyes your flame?

A flame resistant to most all extinguishers

That once out will be as if you never came?

 

Did you not come in this world to live?

To live a life, a gift to you,

One you must use to also give?

 

Were you not given a torch to light a candle?

A candle to light another until the world is, like the night sky, sparkling,

Should be a giving gift to be carefully handled?

 

Should not a life be carefully handled, not torn or tangled?

A life that lies with her lover, death,

Could wake up nothing less than mangled?

 

Is not a mangled life a sign of a mangles soul?

Even for a mangled soul, life must be sweet

Or else every stocking would cradle only cole?

 

Right?

Correct?

Is not?

 

Should not?

Were you?

Did you?

 

Aren’t those?

Is it?

Is it

 

The light goes out in your eyes

And all I can think is:

“Is it hard to die?”

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[Chris]

That makes some hard questions...

Well said