Death

Death follows us wherever we
go
Lurking in the prisons of our mind,
Rows of thoughts pushing their way
To the forefront

Death bites us all,
Many times throughout our lives
It comes up from the back to strike again and again

Death is the presence of absence
When we face the things we do not want to face,
We go to a place of
surreality

And like a long, sharp blade
It strikes us so smoothly
We hardly know we’ve been cut