This is a poem I wrote about half a year ago for an English assignment. It's about Antoinette's viewpoint on the concept of death. Reviews are more than welcomed :)
An Explanation
He asked me if I feared death.
I asked him 'which one?'
Confusion spread across his face,
I knew he needed an explanation.
When a man dies, his lover is shattered,
her heart in a million pieces
that can never fit nicely as a whole.
When a child is purposely hurt,
a part of his soul escapes,
disappearing along with his innocence.
When true affections are betrayed,
a person is launched into a black hole
full of chaos and despair.
When a man loses his wealth
his essence dies out like a
flickering candle in the wind.
When all hope has diminished,
a battered spirit secretly wishes
to be permanently demised.
A spiritual death is less known
than the actual death.
It is less explored,
But its effect is tenfold.
It leaves behind an incessant pain,
a pain that can only be distinguished
by nursing the broken soul.
The actual death is more known,
yet unknown at the same time.
It is viewed by others,
but can't be seen personally.
What happens after the death
to the individual is a deadly secret.
He asked me if I feared death.
I answered "the first one."
Confusion spread across his face,
I knew he needed an explanation.
