Death.
It surrounds us everyday.
And day by day we are closer to it.
Than the day before.
One day it will swallow us whole.
One by one.
I, one afraid of much.
I am not afraid of being preyed upon.
But what happens after we have been consumed.
And in the pit of the stomach.
I am one who is doubtful.
And does not believe.
In heaven or hell.
Or god in fact.
And to those that do believe.
Tis where I will be going.
I wish to believe sometimes.
Its more comforting.
To think your going somewhere.
Heaven- a haven in its own.
Or hell- a place of servitude.
Or even reincarnation- becoming one with the world.
Because without the comfort that others have.
I cant say anything.
Except for this is going to happen.
And I will be afraid of it until the day death and I meet.
It will be then I will smile.
And close my eyes and pray.