Death

The end
is not something to be controlled
She is someone who reveals herself
Whether young or old

We cross our arms
and stomp our feet
Turn our heads
Resist
The end
will never go away
No matter how much we insist

The end arrives
Within her cloak
Unifies all souls
She cares not for our shame
nor the story we unfold

Won’t you open arms, exist?
Someday she’ll end your pain
You have a story of your own
Please choose to stoke the flame

There is no voice more fitting
to share the story which you hold
So the warmth you leave behind
shelters loved ones from the cold