Death—a common yet shrouded mystery,
Like a tiger, always lurking beside its prey.
When the time comes, it takes;
It cares not for you,
Your struggles,
Or your plans.
It is unpredictable,
Scary, yet beautiful—
Death, the giver of life’s meaning.
Men lust for immortality—
But is immortality worth desiring?
Fear of death drives men to improve;
Fear of death fuels ambition.
If I am immortal, why should I struggle?
Why work when I am eternal?
Immortality drains life of its meaning.
Death—a beauty, a curse, and a gift.
Death is the bed of eternal rest.
Struggle on, live your life,
For Death awaits us all.
All men must die.
About the Creator
Anu's Quill
I’m just an existential wanderer who happened to stumble into poetry. I think about writing more than I actually write—not the best poet, but trying to get better, word by word, as I share my thoughts and voice.
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