Fading Out (poems about life)

Lights Out

Everybody will die one day.
We all think about it, we all say it,
But few people tune in to the reality.

The fear of the unknown,
The knowledge that every single one of us
Are walking through a fog.
A blissful cloud of naivety,
As the date of death creeps closer,
Stealthy, silent, patiently waiting,
Impossibly well hidden
Alongside the other days of the year.

One strike is all it takes, one moment,
And there will be nothing left.
No trace, no evidence of the places you stood,
Your breathing, your blood, your thoughts,
Your laughter, love, memories, life...
Just like that, gone in an instant.

It's so easy to fall into the traps.
We walk through minefields, blindfolded,
Taking risks we have taken
Hundreds, thousands of times before,
But on this day, it's different.
A virus inhaled in the street, maybe,
A trip and fall at just the wrong angle,
A dare gone wrong, a challenge failed.
Natural disasters, widespread illness,
Humans destroying humans,
With every ounce of strength they have.

There are billions of ways we could die.

And the worst part is, there's no way to stop it.
We wander through purgatory, simply waiting,
For the power to flicker and dim,
And the lights to go out once again.