Death In Searcheth Of Whom To Devour Poem by Gerald Opio

Life starts within the womb
A moment no one can remember
How it all looked like in the womb
However, stories are told by our mothers.

Within the confines of the womb
Death is also like lingering around us
In searcheth of whom to devour
To satiate it's own ambiguous desire
But by then, death we know not.

At the hour of labor, a time between death and life.
Life preludes with a baby's cry
While death, is as still as grave
Engrossing hearts in deep sorrow
While life of a baby elates hearts and souls
Incepted as a bundle of joy and happiness.

Death in searcheth of whom it may devour
Knows no baby or adult
As uncouth as it is, it gets worse everyday
More voracious thus leaving no stone unturned
An ending everyone will have to partake one day

Nobody knows the hour or the day
But as we walk, death looms around
Preying on anyone anyday
Capriciously, it swiftly moves
To all corners of this world.