Speak Not of Death

Indeed it is difficult to understand death, the last parting breath,

But the shibboleth used by certain people is that one has ‘passed,’

As if the beloved departed has merely walked into another room,

Where there is no gloom or looming damnation or any filiation

With haunting dæmons, taunting, and wanting to score

Against heaven’s door and, what’s more, to fill the floor

Of dark Hades, which always beckons to reckon with humanity,

So sinful, fitful, willful, and uncheerful without any tranquility;

Indeed it is difficult to understand death, the last parting breath,

So some talk around it and so are bound to unsound conclusions,

Which are filled with confusion and so much pleasant illusion,

Yet this seems to be the cost of peace to quiesce every sad heart

Torn apart and for tears to finally cease, allaying all mortal fears

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10 thoughts on “Speak Not of Death

  1. I love what you said about walking into another room and its so obvious standing right in front of me the whole idea so simple so free so easy to understand…….

  2. Jonathan, it’s so true that we don’t understand death. We fear the unknown. You said it so well that we stand by the door. What comforts me is that when the earth closes the door when we take the last breath, we are welcome to enter the door to the pain-free eternity. I enjoy reading your poem!

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