A New Light

if you call it
death
no one, no one
likes to grab
it.

pretend that
it is a
beginning
only to float
and
still not accept
that you
have ended

there is no
choice
actually

a strong ray
of light
absorbs you
sucks you

like a vacuum cleaner
and

poooo! you're out
you're in.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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