i think a lot about Death

"I Think a Lot About Death" is a contemplative, introspective poem that examines the nature of mortality with both reverence and curiosity. Through vivid, sometimes haunting imagery, the poem explores

I think a lot about Death-

How it could come at any moment,

Pull me in for one last breath,

In the blink of an eye;

With the stealth of a whisper.

I think a lot about Death-

The Reaper’s hollow eyes, voids that swallow light,

A shadow weaved by the loom of my thoughts.

In the boundless mosaic of faiths.

Not all can be true.

I think a lot about Death-

Resting beneath the Earth’s embrace,

Maggots composing beautiful symphonies,

The casket rotting to grant them entry,

Soon lost within the labyrinth of stone.

I think a lot about Death-

Perhaps it’s not all shadows and sorrow.

Perhaps there is a glimmer at the end of the tunnel,

A silent eternity dissolving life’s final breath.

In the sanctuary of my belief, solace whispers softly.

A peace that transcends the fear of death.

I think a lot about Death-

But perhaps I need not dwell on it.

In contemplating life’s end,

I find the courage to cherish each moment.

In the eternal waltz of life and death�"

I discover the sacred essence of each fleeting breath.

Author's Note

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