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.
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