What is death means to me
What is it like when I’ve died?
Just died and nothing would come
No more prides
No more crimes
No more plights
No more times
No more families
No more memories
No more availability
No more worries
No more eats
No more drinks
No more greeds
No more thinks
No more wake
No more sleeps
No more fakes
No more creeps
Just blacked out
And out
Out to nowhere
But beware
It’s not the end yet
You bet
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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