Where will I go when I die?
Will I rot away like a stinking bear carcass,
Or will I deflate like a sad balloon?
Will I linger on this Earth like the smell of sweet tropics,
Or dance in the night on the moon?
Or by and by, will I shrivel up like a flower,
That’s been separated from its private nook.
Pulled from its sole source of existence
And flattened like pages in a book.
Sometimes I feel like this flower,
Wilting beyond control.
Striving to taste the sun once more
But I can’t. I can’t be bold.
So give me a breath of this life-giving sun.
Touch my leaves, dry my skin.
Soothe my pain, soften my roughage.
Oh, let me live once again.
My petals have become dimpled and grey.
Gravity is playing its part.
But one kiss, just one kiss of sympathetic sunlight
Will heal me like chocolate for a broken heart.
Oh, I see how the clouds have gathered.
Forming pairs of two and three.
The sun has decided to hide its hopeful face
And there is no hope for me.
So as I release the grasp I have
Upon life and its fellow components,
I lift my leaves for one final bow
And pray to God for atonement.
For although I’m a flower, such a delicate thing
I too have sinned in my life.
As happiness has many a time come my way,
With happiness must come strife.
So as I answer my latter question,
“Where will I go when I die?”
I see this beautiful world around me
And think, “Why, oh why must I?”
For living is living and dying is dying.
Why must the two become one?
I feel I will never have enough time.
And I, I have just begun.
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