Death

Dying isn't when the heart stops its beat,

But when emotions fade with love's defeat.

It's when the spark within grows dim,

And life's vibrant colors turn to grim.

When laughter no longer dances in my eyes,

And every smile becomes a disguise.

When the warmth of touch feels cold and hollow,

And I'm left adrift in a sea of sorrow.

Dying is when I no longer feel,

When numbness replaces what used to heal.

It's the silent scream of a soul in pain,

Lost in the shadows, longing for rain.

Dying isn't just the end of breath,

It's the loss of feeling, the embrace of death.

- Vrushu