Boogie City

Death is our friend

We are all illusions

Caught up in a swirling leaves

Playing the game of breathing

Until

We’re smacked with solid truth

Breathing no more

Author's Note

hope you enjoy

Reviews

[Sugar Plum ♥]

so deep truth, so much philosophy and essence of life...All we are illusions, until we don`t prove to be others. Oh the truth is hard "solid" but we are fighters also! thank you for this so clean piece!

-nour-
09.06.013

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

Thank you for enjoying it

[Rhianne Ney]

I enjoyed the poem and I think it's nice

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

Thank you, you are very sweet

[Rhianne Ney]

You're welcome

[Extant]

I wonder constantly if there is life after death. Maybe what is next is more real than the now. The game of breathing, indeed, now it's all about who lives the longest.

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

thank you for your awsome review

[Extant]

*Smile* You're welcome.