DEATH
This one i call deaths cold embrace,its a free form
I did not dare look death in the eye.
I feared if I did, death would see me for who I truly am.
Death would see my every mistake and wrong doing in life,My insecurities and failures.
I did not dare voice that I was scared.
For I feared what death would say.
Would death be cruel? Would it Mock my fear and laugh at my shaking voice?
Or would death pity me,for I am a miserable human in its eyes.
Movement caught my attention and everything I had feared melted away.
Death opened its arms for me and smiled
“Welcome home”
It took me in its arms.
And I wept in death’s cold embrace.
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This poem, “Death’s Cold Embrace,” beautifully captures the raw vulnerability of facing mortality. The fear and introspection depicted resonate profoundly, and the twist in the end, where death welcomes with a comforting smile, adds a poignant touch. The imagery and emotions woven throughout create a compelling narrative that invites reflection on the inevitability of life’s end. Well done in conveying such depth and complexity within a free form structure.