Death

The inevitable death,
the darkness comes crawling in
Silence after the last breath
Sad; isn’t it the worst sin

But there must be something next,
like spring flowers after snow
Are we all just little specs?
We may transform then grow

What are we all hoping for?
Searching for answers to life
A light stays bright in the core
The fear of it causes strife

All these religions to console,
the reality of the soul