DEAR DEATH
Dear Death, you linger, quiet and near,
A shadowy whisper we all learn to fear.
Yet in your presence, there’s strange relief,
An end to the struggle, the ebb of grief.
You knock on the door with neither haste nor pause,
Unmoved by our pleas, our cries, or our cause.
But in your embrace, there’s a promise of peace,
A journey beyond where burdens cease.
You carry no malice, no joy, no pride,
Just the turning of time, the great divide.
A chapter’s close, a curtain’s fall,
The one who waits for us all.
Dear Death, you’re the end, yet you’re a start,
A bridge to a realm that stills the heart.
Though feared and mourned, you hold the key,
To life’s last mystery, eternity.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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