Death Comes to All

by SpeedRunner_FuchsWulf

Summary:

My guinea pig died today (day of writing). So, while melancholic, I decided to spit my emotions onto the page in the form of poetry.
Even though things die, we must strive to live and meet new people, so that when we eventually die, people cry at the loss of us. Because, I think, if people genuinely cry when we die, that shows we will be missed, and means we made an impact on someone else's life by touching it. I want to make an impact on people's lives so that when I'm gone, people genuinely mourn.
Death comes to all, but life is beautiful.

Death comes to all,

But to those who still live,

It is misery.

 

I watched a flower wither and die.

It took several days to finally fall off.

Another rose bloomed there the following spring.

 

My fish died when I was rather young.

It wasn’t my first fish,

But I bawled like the world had ended.

 

As an adult I found a dead snake in my breaker box.

It had chased a mouse in and was electrocuted.

The small thing stank horribly.

 

My guinea pig died in her sleep.

I kept composure as I buried her in the garden,

But I quietly cried once I was home.

 

I had to put down my beloved beagle.

She was disease riddled and broke a leg.

I bawled horribly as I held her for the last time.

 

My aunt passed away.

I was shocked at the news,

But I sobbed as I struggled to sing her favorite hymns.

 

Death comes to all,

But to those who still live,

It is misery.

 

But to those who still live,

Even though loss stings for years afterward,

Life is still beautiful.

Notes:

This is my first piece on AO3, and it ends up being a poem about death. I hope you all enjoy this anyways.