Death surrounds us all
like a hateful, dense fog;
it hovers above trying to
swoop in unnoticed.
Some fear it-some welcome
its rest; the aftermath of one
is worse than a thousand wars.
In a world where death
has taken over, it seems
impossible to have hope-
something to live for.
Nothing's impossible, however,
soon-death will be crushed
into oblivion, and once
again life will prevail.
-copright 1998-
Reason for writing:
I had just attended a funeral of a friend who died suddenly. I wanted to write about the reality and sadness of death, but also the reality that death will be done away with in the future.
Birth sign: Taurus
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