The end will arrive, as it must, with a whisper of final breath. (Form: Cascade) |
| Mortality Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I stare into the eyes of death. The end will arrive, as it must, with a whisper of final breath. Contemplating mortality comes with a sense of distrust. “The End” implies finality: ashes to ashes, dust to dust. To vanish; to leave ne’er a trace, seems the madness of King Macbeth. As I welcome his cold embrace, I stare into the eyes of death. It’s part of the contract of life, to which we must learn to adjust. With the joys, the tears and the strife the end will arrive, as it must. Celebrate life; do not grieve for our hope lies beyond death. For at the end, we all leave with a whisper of final breath. An entry for Day 9, "Invalid Item" Prompt: Write a poem in the Dark genre inspired by this image Forbidden words: "dark", "darkness", "shadow", "night". Form: Cascade ~ The Cascade Line Count: 20 |