Many euphemisms for death,
reluctant to talk about the end,
like a witness to a gruesome crime.
The guilty become offended from the truth.
Suffering soul leveled on a deathbed
inhaling the last breath of life.
Emotional observation
choosing to turn face away from sight,
expecting to escape,
but reality exists the other way.
Deep desire to live in flesh forever; however,
death will come whether it’s wanted, or not.
There is no running from death,
it will casket us in due time.
This poem was created by Kaylynté © 12-31-12
Nicely and profoundly done! It is amazing how denial kicks in on the one thing that is going to happen to 100% of us…
Blessings for 2013 ~ Wendy
A wonderful poem with a very true message!
It’s the only way out of this thing called life. Nicely expressed.