{"sf1_id":365103,"sf2_id":"P1ErQZPe","title":"Poem #55: Coming to Terms","author":"bhscorch1313","words":159,"posted_at":"2012-04-14T00:28:00.000Z","tags":["Death","Poetry","existentialism"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/365103-poem-55-coming-to-terms","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/P1ErQZPe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ca/c0/cac0f756-79d3-4387-a958-9a8afc2c8130","description":"#56 of Poetry\n\nAnother creative writing assignment. This was a free-write.\nThis is existentialist idea about accepting that you cannot escape death; that death is inevitable. Enjoy.","content":"_Coming to Terms_\n\nThe waves are crashing  \nBurning the soil  \nLiquid fire amongst the sands  \nTime floats among the clouds  \nAnd the eyes peer into space\n\nBreath can be seen  \nTravelling upon the wind  \nBlood runs ice cold  \nEvaporating from the veins  \nAnd the eyes look to the stars\n\nHair falls away  \nSwimming in the ashes  \nThe skin melts off bone  \nLeaving the soul to depart  \nAnd the eyes stare at the universe\n\nBlackness deepens in the mind  \nThe heart stops  \nFingers curl into nothing  \nGrasping at the air  \nAnd the eyes see life leave\n\nThe remains are scattered  \nThe funeral has been held  \nBlack cloth for grief  \nSalted tears for remembering  \nAnd the eyes have long stopped seeing\n\nAnd my eyes see the grave  \nWhittled away by time  \nUpon the head it reads  \n\"You cannot escape death  \nAccept it.\"\n\n~bhscorch\n\n[![Creative Commons License](http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nd/3.0/88x31.png)](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/)  \n\"Coming to Terms\" by bhscorch is licensed under a [Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/)\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/365102-poem-54-the-sea.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/365106-poem-56-inspiration.json"}}