My Death
- a Poem
- by Erie
That happiness was killing me
silently and softly
Nobody knew that
I was dying
I felt happy
on the surface
but underneath
I was breaking
Even I didn’t know
that I was ascending
the steps to neither
heaven nor hell
Don’t blame me
I was oblivious
Am I even responsible
for my own death ?
But now, I
gracefully rise from
my grave with
love for all
I know what it means
to die but still breathe
to die but still smile
to die but still be alive.
Erie
from Jamshedpur, in Jharkhand, India is a teenager who loves reading and has been writing poems and short write-ups since the past few years.
