Death Poem by Sloan Maverik

Death



To look upon death,
Open arms I welcome,
Cold hands touch me soft.
Quiet words whisper, cold,
Still breathing, he stood near,
Stood close by, watching.
Seeing everyone's lives,
Those lives fly by,
Everyone fears death but,
Not me

Saturday, January 8, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A family member passed reasently and it opened my eyes to the next stage of living
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