Death—a common yet shrouded mystery,
Like a tiger, always lurking beside its prey.
When the time comes, it takes;
It cares not for you,
Your struggles,
Or your plans.
It is unpredictable,
Scary, yet beautiful—
Death, the giver of life’s meaning.
Men lust for immortality—
But is immortality worth desiring?
Fear of death drives men to improve;
Fear of death fuels ambition.
If I am immortal, why should I struggle?
Why work when I am eternal?
Immortality drains life of its meaning.
Death—a beauty, a curse, and a gift.
Death is the bed of eternal rest.
Struggle on, live your life,
For Death awaits us all.
All men must die.
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Anu's Quill
I’m just an existential wanderer who happened to stumble into poetry. I think about writing more than I actually write—not the best poet, but trying to get better, word by word, as I share my thoughts and voice.
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This poem beautifully illuminates the profound and philosophical aspects of death. It points to that unknown but ever-present truth that one day will embrace us all. Your words also reveal the complex conflict between death and immortality. The dream of immortality is enticing, but can it truly keep alive the motivations and purposes of our lives? The fear of death inspires us to strive, struggle, and enhance our ambitions, and this is what gives our lives depth and meaning. Wonderful✨😍