Fear of Death

a poem, about death. Again, rather old.

The casting of light into the strangest of unimagined places.

And he says “not to fear”

Why are always climbing above the reach of his golden scythe?

How can one fear the one thing that binds us most tight?

The common denominator of forests, rivers, and song?

We all end up there, even if we are spilt up by religions and wars and good and bad deeds.

But where is there? That is the fear.

The fear of the outer dark.

But, what I don’t understand is,

Why we fear the unknown. What’s the worst that could happen? Death?

Reviews

[Lifeofbennard]

Why do we fear the unknown? Nice write (:
The tone and style of writing really brings this peice together.
Bravo.
If you have time you should review some of my work.
Great day to you.

[artsysarcastic]

thanks! I'd love to look at your work :) this is possibly one of my worse pieces, but I love the style. I'll take a look right away