Death’s Pathway

It’s hard to accept when something dies
staring out through white swept eyes
No motion where there once was life
Gone from this world of endless strife

But who’s to say what occurs next
Surely not some arrogant text
Claiming to right to define what comes after
through many a interpreted bronze-aged chapter

No one can tell because no one has returned
Books that deny this should all be spurned
as bad influences that just push a myth
or a horned beast with a steely sythe

Life is surely a journey with an end
With no prophesies for around the bend
Nothing stating where death will send
And from these fallacies we must mend

Barbara Blackcinder


About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a need for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and mine when you read those from me.
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