Death's Grasp On Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking into misty curtains of death, seeing it's grasp on
life, eerie yet intriguing, filling a mind with curious
ideas and thoughts of how it happens to exist in our lives.

Thinking that it's purpose is to take away our very exist-
ence, throwing us into another dimension while leaving our
loved ones and friends in an intense sadness.

One that can only be lived through, existing in the empti-
ness, loneliness and isolation filling the hole left by
death's insistence.