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Death- A Piece of Poetry
Silently I follow you.
Day by day I am your shadow.
I am dark.
I am hollow.
I am the one who takes everything
and gives nothing in return.
I am death, cunning and sleek.
You can't see me coming.
You can't feel my breath on your neck,
for I have none.
I am the collector of debts.
I am the one who makes the child cry.
I am the one who millions curse.
I take the breath from the old and young.
I show no mercy nor sympathy.
I can not be paid off or bribed.
I can not be stopped,
I will never die, for I am immortal.
I am Death, your last enemy.
Death is something we all deal with at some point in our life. There is no fighting it, Death takes what it wants and can not be stopped. I grew up feeling surrounded by Death, I never knew how to handle it until these words came to me one night.
Each death was different, yet the same. An infant that was stillborn. Two beloved uncles losing their battle to cancer. An elderly neighbor that never woke again. An amazing grandfather who's heart quit before he was ready to leave. Death knows no bounds. Young and old, rich and poor none are exempt from meeting this end. Somehow the words above comfort me, that in naming the final foe and acknowledging what it does, the fear and sadness are lessened. Our time will come and when it does we can only hope to face it with dignity.