Welcoming Death Poem, by Hannabal, at My poetic side

The light fades from her eyes.

The last spark of life, gone.

Witnessing a death is truly magical;

wonderful,

inspiring.

Once a soul experiencing this world:

laughing,

crying,

screaming,

silence.

We are all the present her, you understand.

A bag of bones and blood.

Only some worth more.

Each breath goes unnoticed,

until their last ones.

Observing her force leaving this world brings a smile;

a tear.

What are we really?

Walking, talking puppets?

For a superior being's amusement?

Or are we alone?

Death is but a slipping into nothingness;

A sweet bliss,

or an endless void.

Either way,

I cannot wait to die.

Author: Hannabal ( Offline)
Published: August 28th, 2017 00:12
Comment from author about the poem: We all fear death. It is just ingrained in us to fight death no matter what, and live. Even those who claim to fear nothing, fear it. Even those who decide to take their own lives, fear death. It is something everyone on Earth shares. And it is nothing to be ashamed of. But do not let it consume you. Embrace it, by embracing life. This is something much over said and yet we cannot say it enough to each other. Live your life to the richest and fullest extent you possibly can. Form relationships, allow yourself sadness and anger, do not allow toxic people to enter your life, be kind to others and yourself, and try to stay positive because everyone goes through hard times. Know you are important and know that you are loved, even if you do not feel so at the moment. Life is precious and fleeting. Time cannot be reversed so make the best of the time you have now and in the future.
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Welcoming Death