Death

He's not an enemy,

just a passer-by.

Yet, you fear him.

You fear the reliever

of the old,

the sick,

the broken and wounded.

More or less,

he is a savior

from this struggle

called life.

He is the only

real truth

in this

beautiful lie.

Yet, we fear

his truth,

the unspoken word.

The only real certainty

in life.

Author's Note

I've wanted to write a poem about death for awhile and this one came to me.

Reviews

[TLK]

Wow. This reminds me of a poem of my own (http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/TLK/1016944/) in terms of it being a message that the common idea of death is questionable. I think this can be taken as evidence that I am with you on this one.

I actually think that death is the most benevolent sign of the existence of a God: the rich cannot buy their way out of it, the violent cannot fight it, the famous cannot bewitch it. In a world riven by inequality, it is what humbles us all.

And, no matter how desperate your life is, your desperation is only a pin-prick in the smooth velvet hide of the sleeping universe.

[Harrisen Viator]

I really enjoy your poem, "Girls too, Women" we do in fact have a similar view of the idea of death. It is inevitable so we should not fear what we can't control. You have very good points and I'm glad that others share this belief.
-Harrisen

[Rita L. Sev]

Harissen, this says it perfectly. Death is not to be feared; it awaits us all, and can be a friend to those who suffer. Excellent write.

[Harrisen Viator]

Rita, thank you for your review!
It's so true, we can't keep worrying about something we have no control over.
-Harrisen