The power of the grave.

You lust and consume all your life. Your mind is racing all day, trying to block out, what lay before you. But you are truely afraid, of your true path. Your destiny has saddled you. Anxiety, doubts and fears are signs:- death awaits you.
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Posted: Oct 2010

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byfaith
yes gotitall, after darkness light will follow! i am with you there.
Gashly
why afraid? this mortal coil...a brief moment. can't live life in fear of the end...it could happen in a second, and what will you have to take with you...only that fear. not the love you missed under the cloud of impending doom. resign to live, while you breathe. the grave only holds power if we give it. a nice insight, byfaith, but a shadow of truth...light or dark, we all decide. thanks for sharing.
caroljoyce
OOH dear. Interesting piece, byfaith.angel
Redex
Like this poem and made me think, if we go to death with hate, guilt, without contrition I reckon we would fear its coming???
However if we are in a terminal illness maybe fear of things left undone etc??? will make us afraid.handshake
Earlgreytea
Cool one Faith, i like your brevity and power of thought to cut to the chase and unmask what really matters..., thanks...
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