Tungstenturtle Poetry

Death

Death comes at a time,
not easy about to rhyme.
A heavy heart aches today,
take a moment to stay.

The loss of a beloved fellow,
not easy to swallow.
The reaper an unpleasant guy,
strict, scythe, never shy.

No matter how tragic death appears,
it is connected to basic fears.
If you pass away in easy sleep,
or wounds bonedeep.

From sickness taken over decades,
or missguided granades.
Hit in traffic from a drunken one,
no matter how, you will be gone.

The end of everything?
This thought gives me a sting.
Religions try answer that,
no truth is set.

I personally love the idea of a resting place,
no matter how long one stays,
to meet with those passed before,
fear, agony, pain, no more.

Hopefully some joy and peace,
being at ease.
Whenever and if, you are ready to go,
you pass away in a flow.

Or proably another round,
a new life unbound.
Would you choose this world again,
or a classic afterlife shonen?

Death is part of our life,
nothing you should strive,
Enjoy the time, your life, your way,
cry and mourn over decay.

If death comes to your mid,
forever closed ones eyelid.
Stay together, take care,
this is a pain to share.

Talk and remember the good time,
let the loved ones shine,
say goodbye and keep it in your heart,
every lost, will stay as a part.