Not only but also!

Not only but also!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What is death?
Death is being nothing!

One blamed death
for the day that never came,
a week that never was,
and for the year that
was going to be.

Does death give?
No! Death takes, he robs,
he collects but he...
doesn't discriminate.

Death by day,
death by night,
it doesn't matter
for death is all
around you.

So does death hang from the living
or does the living hang onto death?
Death is the end to an end,
an infinite passing.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 13, 2018
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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