Living DeathA Poem by Calibaster
There is an unheard whisper,
Coming from that unseen shadow, Holding tight to the unholdable, Trying to touch the untouchable, Just an unfelt feeling, Of the often fought against inevitable, Slowly, surely making it's way, To each and every one of us, We put up useless barriers, But none can stop our own nature, One way or another, It gets us in the end, Soon it is at our door, Death. But to some it comes,
To take away from evil, To rescue, To comfort, The thing we fight is not all bad, Just something inevitable, It can save us from the darkest day, And take us to eternal light, We just have to be ready, For death. Just a passing into another realm, A rescue from this living test, An end to our struggles, But only if we pass. It comes swiftly, So prepare, To come face to face, With death. Because if you are ready, You will also meet, Life. © 2013 CalibasterAuthor's Note
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7 Reviews Added on January 8, 2013 Last Updated on January 11, 2013 AuthorCalibasterSpringville, UTAboutIt's been a while since I've even touched this site, but it's such a big part of my childhood and growth in writing that I could never bring myself to delete anything I've posted. If I thought tha.. more..Writing
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