Wrote this just before my Dad's dad passed away
It's foreign and scary.
It's torment and threatens my grandpa Larry.
I know it I feel it all around
I hear it, it's shivering banshee sounds.
I dread the day it arrives, it's everything short of apple pie
It's cold and dark and extracts your soul
Everyone around is drenched in tears and plummeting out of control
It's hard and unfair
The best way to tackle it
Is in the face and stare
Why do we fear what we don't know?
We should embrace it and give warmth to its hold
It's kiss is something awful to bear
I imagine it makes you freeze
but touches you with ease
A lifetime of pleasures
is it really going to end on terrible measures?
Is it as sweet as candy? Or as hard as rocks?
Is it as light as a feather but as strong as an Ox?
It's powerful and thought provoking
but shouldn't be feared
It's not torment and anguish
it's just disassembling rusty gears
The worst part about death is that you fear it all of your life
Your mere existence causes the most strife
And you have to live it in wait
for the day you'll be granted your final resting place
October 17, 2014
-Joyous Herron
