Silence

Creeping death

Streaks of tears flow easily, downwards.

Unbearable, unending pain, continuously it sears.

Cantankerous cancer eating away, always onwards,

Feeding our mortal fears!

Your subconscious is covered in darkness,

All-encompassing as it overwhelms the senses.

It fits perfectly like a harness,

Smothering our last line of defenses.

Where once rays of hope did penetrate,

To inspire our continued battle,

Our psyche is torn by everything that can negate,

When we hear the adders rattle.

Every moment that does pass us by,

Brings us closer to eternal slumber.

Nothing we do can save, though we try.

Because Death has our direct number.

What little of life we have left,

Needs to be grabbed and enjoyed.

We do not realize how quickly we are bereft,

While our earthly homes are destroyed.

Never has life claimed to be fair,

Easily we are blinded to what life provides.

Into a ball we fold because we do not dare.

The loss and hurt never truly subsides.

Alone we are born to this existence,

Alone we depart this meagre age.

Alone we are to blame for our experience.

Alone we need not be at any stage.

Slowly as the hour glass empties,

And the ravages of time display.

Skywards we dispatch our entreaties.

With the hope to be saved someday.

Gradually life seeps from our forms,

As Death creeps up on us by surprise,

Placing on us a mask that deforms,

A final rictus of our demise.