Always Approaching

Noah Chelius

Death constantly creeps

Closer

Closer

Closer

Always hovering

Never leaving

I worry

I worry for my family

I worry for my friends

I worry for those I have never met

I worry for when death will come for them

The people of old believed death was

Someone

To be appeased and praised

Be that true

Does death lament over those it takes?

Does it flirt with Time and Life

Chasing them in eternal circles?

Death will never leave

But must it?

It teaches us how to

Love

And

Appreciate

Without it

What is life?

There is no meaning

No “why” to get out of bed

No “what” to propel us forward

It is a truth

An always approaching truth

But to love or to hate it

That is the prompt