My flower died today.
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Alone on a windowsill,
Taking no more water,
Breathing no more air,
My flower died today.
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As I lay in bed,
I smell the clean night winds through my window,
I feel my chest move with each breath,
I taste a small moment of despair.
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I know it's going to happen someday.
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When my flower died,
I wondered how it felt,
Undergoing senescence,
The time coming to an end.
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What does death feel like?
One day, I will be gone,
I don't know what I'll see or hear,
Or taste, or smell, or feel.
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I feel fear and I turn,
I close my eyes and grit my teeth,
As cascades of confusion barrage,
An army full of questions,
But where are thy answers?
Will I ever see Galaxia again?
To feel her shine in the sun, or to see
My friends, my companions, how will it feel?
When my heart slows, when I begun to fail,
How does it feel to be short of breath, getting ever shorter?
How does it feel to feel pain, to feel the hand,
That holds you while you make that crossing?
What happened before me? What happens after me?
…What happens now?
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All things come to an end, I suppose.
When I awoke, my flower was gone.
But I remained.
Author's note: Decided to write this after listening to a lot of David Bowie's 'Blackstar', which heavily ponders themes of mortality. Having written a couple of fanfics where Meta Knight ponders life and death, writing this poem came across quite naturally to me. Hope you enjoyed it!