What Is Death? Poem by Robert Kallend

Death is the end of all living things,
The Beating of hearts, the flapping of wings.
What is the point of life at all,
If war and love make people fall.

Death is the start of never ending pain,
The one you love blown out like a flame.
The eyes of the dead once so bright,
now turned off as simply as a light.

Life will end, an ever closing door,
Brought quicker by the spite as he dies. Dead on the floor.
His heart that was beating boom boom boom,
Is now as silent as a small empty room.

On his grave the words, 'always remembered, '
his date of death the 30th December!