# Poem #55: Coming to Terms

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Death, Poetry, existentialism

#56 of Poetry

Another creative writing assignment. This was a free-write.
This is existentialist idea about accepting that you cannot escape death; that death is inevitable. Enjoy.

_Coming to Terms_

The waves are crashing  
Burning the soil  
Liquid fire amongst the sands  
Time floats among the clouds  
And the eyes peer into space

Breath can be seen  
Travelling upon the wind  
Blood runs ice cold  
Evaporating from the veins  
And the eyes look to the stars

Hair falls away  
Swimming in the ashes  
The skin melts off bone  
Leaving the soul to depart  
And the eyes stare at the universe

Blackness deepens in the mind  
The heart stops  
Fingers curl into nothing  
Grasping at the air  
And the eyes see life leave

The remains are scattered  
The funeral has been held  
Black cloth for grief  
Salted tears for remembering  
And the eyes have long stopped seeing

And my eyes see the grave  
Whittled away by time  
Upon the head it reads  
"You cannot escape death  
Accept it."

~bhscorch

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