Louis’ Journal

[PretentiousHuman]

Day 96-B:

Why are you afraid to die?

 

If you stop loving, you will stop living. 

The scorching fire will not cease until the last Pine tree wood will be extinguished.

The metaphor of the Sun setting, a life of a human coming to an end. 

Departed loved ones, lying on the ground, forever in our hearts. 

 

Names and dates, engraved on the timeless tombstones. 

Rich or poor, does it make any difference?

One destiny, all living beings, Death is the finality. 

Did you enjoy it once you’ve given the chance?

 

Every passing second makes us nearer to our grave or urn. 

Humility dawns on us once our demise is on our perception. 

A beating heart, lungs filled with smoke, this place is like a peaceful sanctuary. 

Only the living has the capacity to roam, while the corpses sleep for eternity. 

 

Time is our ally or enemy in the end. 

Most precious commodity you can never bring back. 

We live so that we could die. 

Anything in between is up to us. 

 

-Louis Perez’ Poetry #31

Edited November 12, 2022 by PretentiousHuman