Our Only Friend

June, 2014.

What can ever be more beautiful than Death?
Sweetly She kisses your lips, soft as a lover,
Gently cradling you in arms cool and pale.
Her coming is a relief from the cruelty of life,
And its endless, exhausting, strife.

All the lies that men may tell themselves
Dissolve in the inviolable honesty of Death.
No friend, no mentor, no spouse may ever know
Each of us as intimately as She who only a fool
Would think to be cruel.

But we are all of us fools, however clothed
In lies or vanity, religion or pride.
We fight the length of our lives against
The only source of peace we'll ever have in the end-
Death, oh lovely Death, our only friend.

Author's Note

The reader may note, in my view and poetry Death is always, always personified as female.

Reviews

[Quill]

death our only friend?, well it is an interesting postulation, however, i do feel there are certain technicalities which leads up to death, nicely written poem by the way.