THIS LIFE

We do not stop living

Because we may be dying

For the fact that tomorrow

We may be dead

Does not mean today we

Are dead corpse

So let us keep breathing

Till the last lung is torn

And there is no more

Air in our chests to spare

That our blood

Have gone chilled like ice

For the moments we plan to die

While in ourselves we live,

Our souls plan to live

While we die from ourselves
For this life we live is air,
And death is a thief of souls.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015