Death Is Born
Everyone is born to achieve that goal
A goal in which most of us try to cheat
Life was never given but it was stole
A cycle in which itself will defeat
Every second we all die a bit more
The future holds one true promise of death
As we move closer to the exit door
Where we end up taking our final breath
Is it over does our journey end there
Buried beneath grasses and fields of green
Does the Spirit die or fly free somewhere
Or will nothing again ever be seen
Moving towards to what is known as fear
Frightened by death who will take me from here
Written for contest: "Death"
Hosted by: Craig Cornish
11/07/17
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2017
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