Death is a mystery,
A never ending story.
When will we live?
When will we die?
To be freed from our mortal prison?
They give and they take,
Exchanges with souls
Her loving hand, or cold scythe of death
Golden vines, or twisted trees
Enchanted deceit, or cruel candour
From Painful truths and sweet, sweet, lies
Life is graceful, beauty and peace
Death is a horror, harsh with war
Peace is a privilege, one we forget
War is a genocide, one to remember
Life is beautiful, scary, and acerbic
Death is fearful, painful and sweet
Life are the suffering ones, fighting for an end
Death are the corpses, finally in rest
Two sides of a coin
Ouroboros, eternal rebirth
Life leads to death,
And from death to life
And back again to death
From young to old, of snakes and rabbits
And the rotting flesh, to compost for the soil
Only for plants to be crushed underfoot
After all, we're all just mortal
Nothing will live forever
Life is harsh, cruel and bitter
And death is a sweet release.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poetic attempt at solving the enigma that is death. Albeit being the simplest of truths, death remains a mystery. Nice work, ,