THE 'ALL' OF DEATH

A poem about death, dedicated to a friend who lost his elder brother. It was inspired by my love for him.

Sleep, that’s what many people will say

Deep, some will add, as it extends farther

Deep sleep- polite qualification, all sensations lost

 

Feet, could just be six below ground surface

Fleet! Everything happens speedily

‘Fleet feet’, moments spent will seem short

 

The sun will go down in the middle of the day

Night will come up with no moon to show the way

The atmosphere will go mute; mouths will be shut- nothing to say

Precious loss, in its place there will be nothing to pay

 

Dust, sent back to its source

Lust and all manner of sins will be insignificant

Must be tasted by all except otherwise

‘Just a second’ won’t work, once it’s here then it’s time to go

 

Will there ever be an end as this

Where the best of wishes will be ‘REST IN PEACE’

Death ends

 

Or, will there ever be a start out as this

Where the best of wishes will be ‘DWELL IN PARADISE’

Death starts

Author's Note

Thanks for the nice job