Death Poem

Death’s Ultimatum

We all know when it comes,

and we all know why it comes.

There is no question about it.

However. We all curiously question about it.

Death.

Why are we afraid to face something

that is so certain in our lives?

Why are we ever so fearful of something that others

deem as an escape, a paradise?

You see, Death is an ultimatum.

The life we live is Death’s way of saying,

"You can do whatever you want, but it comes at a heavy price”.

We are able to shape our lives

and reflect upon them when we grow older.

We are able to shape our lives to do whatever we want

regardless of any consequences and repercussions.

We are unable to accurately plan out our lives,

yet we are able to plan out our deaths.

Why is it that life is so mysterious and death is so certain?