Poem

The tarnish of time leads to death

The worst part is the fear of the unknown

The fear of the other side

What awaits for you after this life

Afraid of the time passing and already passed

Death is a fear of what you will leave behind

A fear of what awaits

A fear of not the process of dying or death but 

After you've gone

Who will await you to greet death?

Perhaps no one

Maybe death itself leaves you alone on one side

Death is not to be tampered with

Death is for the ones at rest to stay at rest

Tamper with death and you will only suffer and become unrest in the end

Death is not the gates of hell but perhaps peace

Perhaps it is the gates of hell

But in the end death is dead after all

Right?

September 2, 2016 ANM