Human Nature: Part 3 - Life and Death


Life is a river,

A river of turmoil, delight, surprises

You love,


Laugh, play,


But you are also wounded,

You cry, suffer

Grief and sorrow gnaw at your heart

And love and happiness rebuild it

This fight tires them

Taking away your once smooth skin

Taking away your sharp sight

Taking away your perfect hearing

Taking away your agility

You turn old and spend your days


Good times and bad

Then Death comes to take you to his kingdom

And you slip away from this world


It seems like you are sleeping

But you will never wake up

And you arrive in Death's world

A land of eternity

You are at finally at peace


Run like the child you used to be

This is your home now


Until we meet again

  • Author: poetryismusic (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 10th, 2023 14:53
  • Comment from author about the poem: Death isn't the end. It's the beginning. So what if we don't know what happens after? It adds to the suspense.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 4
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors

Comments +


  • David Wakeling

    This is okay. Death not being the end is a nice idea.

To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.