Poetry Blog Post: Death

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A life above? A black abyss?

Which one did not seem amiss?

Late at night-- she couldn’t sleep,

Anxiety set in, and she began to weep.

Her parents woke to hear her cries,

Her fears she confessed caught them by surprise.

“Do not worry!” her mother exclaimed.

“You’re far too young!” her father proclaimed.

Seven-years-old, with her whole life ahead

Yet she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread.

Leaving this world, who knows what’s next?

The philosophies only tend to perplex.

Is there a He and does He have plans?

Can we really count on more beyond this life span?

A life above? A black abyss?

Which one does not seem amiss?