What dreams than shall death bring?
Or shall it just be the blackest night?
Where we lay without sleep or breath.
Where we know no one ever again.
Shall I relish this thought for years to come?
IT is a cruel purpose
this knowledge from that
I have seen far lesser tortures than this
IT appears that death has no comment
No approach or decency no ability to be turned
Like a runaway train full throttle
or a cruise ship full steam ahead
Death sits with us on our happiest days
With its aura of
see even this happy time
is framed by death
We run from his embrace and seek distraction
To keep us from dwelling on the icy truth
To make the inevitable day farther out
To keep him at arms length.
To keep his somber presence at bay
a little longer,,,,,,