Finite


Death descends upon us all, inescapable.
A mechanism which must occur.
Oh how we try to evade it nonsensically.
Why do we fear something which we know so little about? Is it part of our natural psyche?
Yet in the end, we all fall at its hands, everything changes in that one instantaneous moment.
So substantial but incomprehensible.
Our bodies ossify, mesmerized by its extinguishing power.
Truly a void of mystery, that runs like magnificent clockwork

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This poem focuses on the fact that death is a direct consequence of time, a human concept which we developed for ourselves. It aims to remind the reader to live life the fullest but also not to worry about the things we do not have control over