A friend
A foe?
Does it incite fear
Or does it bring relief?
Do you welcome it with open arms
Or do you turn around and run?
What is death?
Is it the end
Or is it a new beginning?
When it comes,
Does it bring an end to the suffering
Or does it take away all that have been good?
What is death?
A dark secret that we seek
Or one that we hope never to unveil?
To it, we give our own meaning
And its face, is as we have painted it to be.
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