Dear Death,
They say it's easy to overcome, to understand, and how time heals all wounds.
Pain is a howling feeling we get when we hear news of a demise, the feeling of darkness taking over because we have allowed ourselves to lose control.
We cry during the passing but scream and shout in triumph of a birth.
Opening our arms to life only to watch it slowly fade away with the existence of darkness.
They say that darkness is the absence of light, and white is the absence of color, if that is so than what is the absence of life if not death?
If light is nature's way of transferring energy through space than what is Death's way of an optical illusion, of a presence ever so near.
Our body our spirit gone leaving just the remains of shattered bones and a lost soul trying to find its way back home.
Different lives, different stories, different mask all leading back to the final breath of you.
Death.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Death,
PoetryWhat If you could right a letter to love, time, or death? What would you say? Reading poems I have come across "love" and "time" yet neither of the two consumed of death so I decided instead of writing about love and time which could be written me...
