Death
Death, I'm told to be frightened of you,
you should be one of my greatest fears.
But you'll come no matter what I do,
followed by abject anguish and tears.
Your actions are portrayed as a crime
in your sinister cowl, grave and stark.
For history's maligned you through time;
a reaper of life, shrouded in dark.
I see no malice within your deed,
you're as essential to life as birth.
Wisdom is born of logic and need,
and I've come to understand your worth.
We wear mortal bodies like a suit,
tailored to fit ego and belief.
But our souls are in constant pursuit
of release, our time here is so brief.
You bring closure when life has to end,
opening doors for souls to walk through.
And I think of you more as a friend;
for life could not exist without you.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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