Afraid of Death

Afraid of what’s left in that scented room
haunting or not now sprayed with
the permanent scent of death, I cannot grasp
the idea of dying. I don’t want to accept
the inescapable act that’s irreversible; I don’t want
to think about the passing of a soul.

7 thoughts on “Afraid of Death

  1. Greetings, how are you? hope you well!
    Hope to see you in Poets Rally Week 38, find Thursday Poets Rally in the header area.

    Love your poetry talent and looking forward to a profound experience with your input.



  2. It’s only body that dies, our soul is never dead. By sharing our thoughts and becoming part of other peoples hearts and souls our soul will live forever. By our acts and words we effect others so that they see things from different perspective. Therefore our soul is priceless and endless.


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