The lost

A poem i just thought of. Explaining the life and chance of death but it all comes together in the end.

My life a fear of death

the pain that is brought upon us

death is quick yet we fear it the most

life leads up to the end of time. 

yet we embrace it with our hearts.

The mind set of the world is kind of off

you do not see what will live on after your gone

a legacy that does not exist yet. but you can control that.

Its the destiny of our lives will determine how we die

the way we act will counter act the choices we have made.

This is the end or is it not the beginning does this mean we 

must have fear of life and hope for death. it shall be 

what you make of it nothing more. I just brought you

a new perspective of what s the point

but now you must decide before your time is up. :)

Author's Note

I would love your guys/gals opinion on the subject and the way i put it together. I look for constructive criticism nothing harsh please. Tell me what was good and what was bad and if you have any questions leave in the comments.
Published 2.9.16
Time: 8:32 P.M EST
Author: Micheal Brandson 2016