Death
Death
Will be like an eternal sleep,
Eyes closed
Against the burn of day.
Like twilight falling
On silent sleepy towns,
As dark conceals the world.
Like roses wilting,
Strewn across the hard unforgiving ground
As summer comes to an end
And fall begins.
Death
Will be like going blind,
An expanse of darkness
With no chink of light
To show the way.
Like losing yourself and finding
Something different,
instead
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