Life is a journey,
A road to its absence,
Feared by many
Who love its presence.
Failure to look through,
To the beauty that lies;
Beyond the door which defies
All emotion and pain.
A world with no gain;
One beyond imagination,
One of only affection
A feeling of pure satisfaction;
So embrace it when it cometh,
Embrace it with no qualm;
A feeling of so silence n calm,
Sadly He calls it life
And we DEATH.
Your notion of death was really mature and exquisite! An excellent piece of art!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well composedi like the opening lines