What is a life of a man not known?
How tormented a feeling
Fleeting and fearing
Wonder and horror untold?
What life is a breath on still lips?
Cold, motionless, frozen
A smile forever untaken
A kiss to the shadows
Taste of the unknown?
What is sorrow when not truly felt?
Is it empty and fraudulent
Well thought and not executed
Softly spoken and not received?
What is life when death's door passes over?
Is it scary in its darkness
Warm with its smothering embrace
Or neither in its ineptitude?
How still one must lie, how softly we speak
When staring a death's eye and shedding a tear
For a person so close and sometimes so far
The end is coming fast.
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