|The Concept of Death
Author: kinusaya PM
My thoughts about death are immense, they also give me a headache and require psychiatric help.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 135 - Published: 12-08-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3081069
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Death becomes the dead
Like life becomes the newborn
Yet still I'm filled with dread
At the thought of his impending storm
Has man not tried to impede
His silently closing grasp?
Has he yet to deceive
Death of his only task?
When, shall I die?
Is answer all men seek
Stopping time is only the means
To avoid being reaped
Yet it is not the end that shakes me
But the thing after it, you see
There has yet to be a single soul
To tell of such things.
Are the golden gates there
Did you feel hells mighty sting?
Such thoughts cloud my mind
And send it swirling.
Alas these thoughts do irk my psyche
and deliver me to unrest
For I can never fathom this
nor would I put to the test