DeathA Poem by IrwinScared of dying? Yes of course But when it came It was like nothing I had ever experienced before The human tongue does not Have the fluidity of movement To explain the feelings The human brain lacks the Vision to comprehend the Intellectuality of it all The human heart Has not the capacity To render the emotions To any reliable degree of accuracy And even the elusive soul Was lost in its inability To accept the true nature Of what was happening And of all the religions of Man not one came close To the exquisiteness Of death, the incredible hush The remarkable insight The utter fulfilment And completeness.
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3 Reviews Added on October 21, 2015 Last Updated on October 21, 2015 AuthorIrwinYork, United KingdomAboutRetired Actor, director, playwright, perfomance poet, chef, and teacher of special needs. Now enjoying all the joys grandchildren can bring. more..Writing
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