Fear of Death
Time test the mind with conflicts
a war within our thought’s of fear.
Concurring the dread with confusion
fear is the confusion of our memories
Bringing back thought’s of the passed,
small children have no fear because,
they have no passed.
To concur fear you have to erase,
The passed
Some fear death more the others
It is the unknown knowledge of,
the present not the future or the passed
We all fear life not death
After death you no longer have fear
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2020
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