This is a poem I wrote, again, in my high school creative writing class. This one is more morbid than the last, but it is a truth we all come to realize at one point or another. I’m currently reading We All Looked Up by Tommy Wallach, a book in which the characters face what could potentially be their last two months of life. The book is told from several points of view. Some try to avoid thinking about the inevitable, while others embrace it and do things they never would have done before. Wallach’s novel has reminded me of this poem, and I thought I would share it with my blog. Think, enjoy, discover yourself! All my love, Corrine.
I like to believe I do not fear death,
As everyone else does I’m sure.
But a small piece in the back of my mind
Cringes at the sound of the word.
The truth of the matter is
Everyone, at some point, fears death.
Why is that?
Why is it that we fear life’s grand finale?
Perhaps it’s the unknown,
Or leaving loved ones behind,
Whatever the reason, one thing is certain:
Everyone, no matter how tough,
fears an inevitable death.