When Death Comes

by The Death

When death comes,
it approaches me without
making any sound--
like a sooty flame
waltzing with waves of air--
to embrace my vulnerability
through silent diffusion
of inner shrapnel.

When death comes...
nothing else sums,
as shadows of repentance
become the undesired acquaintance,
screaming about what has already gone,
still...stuck deep within the heart--
the lasting ache yearning to be healed.

When death comes,
I look upon my life,
like a child witnessing an eclipse
of the full moon--
eyes wide open in amazement,
breaths too calm to hear--
not out of fear but relief...
this final ride toward a new life.

When death comes,
the clock stands still to let
me enter the realm of darkness,
where uncertainty waits
to be felt and explored--
and there...I walk without any worry,
as the music of my footsteps
guides me through a timeless passage
of memories and dreams.

When death comes,
it endows me a chance to
reminisce my deeds, words,
unsaid thoughts--
all enveloping their light around me
in this world devoid of ifs and buts;
and all this repletes my hollowness
with a sense of contentment--
that everlasting feeling
every being longs for.

When death comes,
I gather all my shattered pieces,
assemble them as an imperfect whole
so as to prepare to be sculpted again--
and I finally dare to break free from
the web of earthly griefs, and look forward
to this new opportunity--
wondrous, undefined, and without
any expectation.

When death comes,
it brings along the break of dawn...
another possibility of finding peace
in this transient sleep...
only to wake up to infinite horizons
waiting to be discovered.

When death comes,
it doesn't appear in
shades of black but white--
it wants nothing from me, you,
or anyone else...
instead, it delivers the ultimate
truth of existence...
and this realization radiates
the essence of living--
thus life reciprocates light...
when death comes.

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