Death…

Death surrounds, solitary in the ice,
Clenched fists, clutching at cold contemplation,
Someone’s desperation, its desolation,
A fearful horror, yet it does entice.
So slippered, through the secret silence, mice
Stalk, quivering with trepidation,
Sneaking through tall tension, their pulsation
Says cease, suppressed we ignore the advice.

We go where we know we should not follow,
Curiosity, too much to prevent death,
Prying, eats away, are we left bereft,
Or do we lie, and borrow our sorrow?

When you die, will I miss you, or just feel
I must, so force tears, dishonest, I kneel.