My body is 6 feet under,
and yet my spirit flies.
All ties are gone,
all love is done.
My body is 6 feet under
and yet my mind is still thinking,
and my hands are still writing.
My body is 6 feet under,
yet life still goes on.
Ties are not gone,
and love is not done.
My body is 6 feet under,
but you have a future.
One where you will thrive and succeed.
My body is 6 feet under,
my essence can still be felt.
Not through spirit readers,
or people who claim to be.
But by the words I write.
My body is 6 feet under,
my poems will live on,
and stories told.
my body is 6 feet under,
but I have yet to truly pass on.
27.03.15
About the Creator
Dani H
I love writing, I tend to write in my more depressing moments but to inspire those that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. No matter how dark it seems. I wish to inspire people to keep living and their heads up.
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