For The Ones Yet to Die
death is nothing
you only move to a parallel dimension
and become less obvious
so in my departure
call me by my name
remember me for who I am
be not remorseful for I dwell
somewhere waiting for you
life is just the place to wait for something
. and
death is the place to stay for nothing
so cherish these brief moments you call living
because – you become nothing when the wait is over
remember
life comes with its own curse
to be born is to die eventually
life itself is the act of waiting
then
you come to the reality that there is
no such thing as immortality
we are born(e) to die
so remain with your shadow even in death
he would become your soul and live forever.
mortality is in immortality
Semilore Kilaso is a Nigerian writer who loves to collect photographs of humans, architecture, wildlife and landscape. She believes intelligence is relative and every individual should be responsible for the consequences of their actions. When she’s not reading books, she’s reading lines from architectural drawings. Some of her works appear in international magazines; culturalweekly and litvalley and in the anthology “A Country of Broken Boys.”