Death Impending Poem by Benjamin Age

Death is hanging on a loom
My ship is set sail a quest
No boon, no time for rest
Life leaning on a strife till every noon
Everyday, everywhere stares death
in the eyes
With all dangers of fire, water, and desire
The inevitable certainty of diseases,
For a world as imperfect in nature.
.
And death is hanging on a loom
Waiting every time for the one cut
And there comes the inexplicable
Journey of deaths oblivion