'' Death Can Be So Unforgiving '' Poem by Bri Mar

I have no affinity,
With the holy trinity,
As a concept it is humanly bizarre,
Earth is where you'll discover divinity,
Where life is a mixed repertoire.

While living here,
There's no need for fear,
About what happens after you die,
Whether or not you just disappear,
Your existence you must never belie.

In the here and now,
Do make it your vow,
To enjoy every living second,
Don't bother asking when and how,
You may or may not be beckoned.

A fact of life?
Yes, death is rife,
It starts as soon as you're born,
Believe in now and ignore the strife,
Lest you end up forlorn.

With what might be,
We'll not always agree,
We all have our own clear fixation,
Obsessed by that which we cannot see,
Is truly an abomination.

Religion obscures,
Here and now is yours,
Be grateful for the great gift of living,
Don't base your existence on hereafter tours,

‘' Death Can Be So Unforgiving ‘'