Spirits Of Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Steadily walking with the spirits of my death, letting them
lead me into the depths of their blackness, just to explore
what they have in store for my future.

Wanting to satisfy curiosity with discovery, being open to
every thought as it falls between the coverlets of life and
allows me to peer into the darkness of my wonder.

Believing the truths of death, knowing that it's reality and
cannot be anything but what it truly is.

Nothing coming close to it's essence of cold icy designs,
nothing able to touch the deadened hands of the reaper unless
death has already reached into each one of us independently.

A solo journey saved for each of us in our endings of life
here on earth.