Begins With Birth, Yet Ends In Death

Soon it will all mean nothing. 

Soon there is nothing left to fear. 

With death there is a resolute conclusion. 

With death every slate is blurred clear. 

When you disappear. 

Reviews

[akapr17other]

dark. I like dark, but only certain pieces. This one I like.

[Roxi L]

short and to the point I like it

[Matthews Reggie]

this is gud... i liked the expressions 'resolute conclusion' and 'blurred clear'.... superb poem... but i missed ur 'despondency' word.... hehe..