Wednesday 26 March 2008

Poem: Death

" Death "

It follows us from the moment we are born.

It comes close.

It visits us.

Sometimes it takes us.

Sometimes it chooses not to.

It is forever close.

Some try to fight it.

Try to keep it at bay.

Really, what is the point.

It is not going to go away.

Better to accept it.

Feel comfort in it.

Be comfortable with it.

The certainty of it.

Embrace it.

It is with us in even moment.

Until it comes to take us away.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

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