To see death creep into
The eyes leaves no misgiving
That once you’ve let the
Living there are no more
Cries no more goodbyes no
Longer need of giving or
Receiving spiritually for
All slowly seeps away and
What is not seen is felt
In a way that goes beyond
Mere words or whispered
Sounds or being disturbed it
Is such an emotion as to
Make one choke and gasp
For air less we not breath
And somehow be conceived
As also not being there in
Reality and the land of the
Dead too dragged to be for
Ever more for to see death
Creep is to know down deep
That life be desired even more