Death
Is a spirit that you
Let go on your first day
Here, and he is flying
Around, waiting, waiting.
He will return on a day that
You do not want him,
When you are old and frail.
Then, the harpy seduces you
Into his grasp, and
Carries you down into
The afterlife. But can we
Stop this and live forever?
Possibly, but most probably not.
For it is a chain, with
Unbreaking links that
Are harder than every
Blow humans have dealt it.
The one thing that
Has broken the chain
Is love. Love, it is the
One that never dies.
Copyright © J. Amorose | Year Posted 2016
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