Death, who is Death?
For most she is pain and suffering,
cruel and merciless.
But when I beheld her....
When I beheld Death,
I couldn’t believe that someone so beautiful
could be full of cruelly and misery.
To me she was like the silence
on a wintry night
and my only wish
to rest with her at the end of my time,
to find peace and silence eternal.
To me she seemed like
a promise of peace eternal.
Death asked me what is my desire
I replied "To be in your cold embrace
in eternal silence.”
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Author:
Bidit Konwar Neog (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This was the result of the long thanatophobia that I had which turned into an infatuation for Death. Don't worry I'm perfectly fine I'm not suicidal.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
When you see this beautiful lady walk by ,it's still too early and life goes on ...
A lovely write and with which I hold agreement. I have always at death as a seductive lover who is kind not cruel. She takes away pain. Well written A fave
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