A Death Poem
The waters of life continue to rise
Like Noah’s flood a watery grave is my destiny
My ark of stability is crushed under the tumultuous waves
I sink with no one around
No hope of survival
I was told I must die to live
Well was life an illusion?
Must I really die twice?
Only to relive life
Under the water I fade
Further in and deeper down
The last sight I see
The sun and many rainbows reach for my hand
Traumatized by life and fearful of death
I clinch my fist
I prepare for my next quest
“Since I was born I have to die, and so...”
