Death [one of my poems]

This is my most recent poems...it holds great meaning for me.

This isn't a surprise

You can feel it coming

it's like a lion;

you can't control it

It's scary, maddening

It's something you try to forget

It's what you don't think about

what you try to forget

But it comes

It happens to everyone sometime

You can't control when

But it happens, you can feel it, so can others

Death

The word so harsh, so cold

No meaning, no feeling

So indescribable

It's going to happen

You can't control it

It's coming by surprise

But not to you

While you're in that bed

Waiting to go

Everyone is crying

except you

You've had your times

Had your laughs

had your time

Nothing good ever lasts