DeathA Poem by SandrIsn’t there a moment when you realize that mortality is real? Everything comes to an end. When I was young I feared death, the cold, unmoving corpse that everyone eventually becomes. What a foolish fear. Death isn’t what people should fear, since people die long before their bodies do. I died when I found out Santa wasn’t real. I died when God didn’t answer my prayers. I died when my parents forgot how to love. I died when I realized that life is only waiting. Everyone is waiting for death. But death is a rebirth, A rebirth into the harsh and cold truth of the world. However, truth can be beautiful In a way
that saddens the lighthearted and enlightens the despairing. © 2014 SandrReviews
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