Afraid of Death

Afraid
of what’s left in that scented room
…haunting or not…
now sprayed
with the inescapable scent of death
despised.

I cannot grasp
the idea of death;
I cannot 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.

    Cheers.
    xoxox

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  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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