DEATH IS ALL WE WANT

By Promise Odejide 

Death is the end of all things that we know,

The final silence of the song and the story,

The closing of the book, the fading of the glory,

The darkness that devours the fire's glow.

Death is the enemy of all that we love,

The cruel destroyer of our hopes and dreams,

The cold and ruthless judge of our schemes,

And The shadow that obscures the stars above.

Death is the mystery of all that we are,

The secret of our origin and fate,

The riddle of our being, the gate

That opens to a realm unknown and far.

But death is also the friend of all that we seek,

The liberator of our souls from pain and strife,

The healer of our wounds, the giver of new life,

The dawn that breaks the night, the light that makes us meek.

Death is the paradox of all that we desire,

The end and the beginning, the loss and the gain,

The curse and the blessing, the joy and the pain,

The peace and the war, the water and the fire.