Chudi Conleth Anya
On Death - Poem by Chudi Conleth Anya
In common parlance death comes as the end
But the quip doth fail the message to send
For death is the season of a life without end
And it is the reason for our lives to mend. Purely material creation is but earth bound
But the human being is hell or heaven bound.
Making repentance a choiceless mandate by hour eleven
To even get to purgatory, half way home to heaven. By the sense of annihilation, death is daunting,
By the mere finality of this thing, terrifying.
A sudden end to who you are and all you know
A sudden entry into a dimension you do not know. Yet the repose of the body laden with transgression
Yet the relief of the soul riddled with flagellation,
A peaceable sleep in the bosom of mother nature
Irrevocable step in the region of the human future. All life by thought of death is cravenly petrified
So by thought of life, though with charter indemnified.
Ambiguous situation, afraid to live, afraid to die
what paradox! born to die, please tell me why.
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