Death
The obvious it seems disappoints,
The lack of insight stamped on, like an ignorant ant.
You and I will die, what of it?
I think nothing of sleep but the pleasure of a dream,
But woe, how I fear the loss I imagine you will feel.
What of it?
That’s the terror.
©Feb 19th 2018
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2018
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