DEATH
Life comes from the living ones
But death?
Where does death come from?
Does it come from outside?
Or it comes from within?
Does it start when we are born?
Or walk with us throughout life?
When we start crawling
When we start schooling
When we fall in love
When we get married or
When we are on the edge of life
And nothing makes sense
Not even love, career or success
We utter a prayer
Searching for meaning of life
But the prayer remains unanswered
We feel lost, abandoned
We die, living invisibly
The heart gets hardened
The souls is empty and numb
We forget to laugh
To think
And love again
We forget to be human
To feel the rain
To hug a tree
To gaze at the sunrise
Or enjoy a child’s smile
We become strangers to ourselves
And to the outside world
We don’t notice we are dying
Perhaps we are already dead
Without knowing God
Without outliving death
And that is the end of it all
Copyright © Lidia Hristeva | Year Posted 2025
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