The Sweetness of Death

Posted: February 11, 2016 in Popular Culture et al
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lonely headstone

There are days, when I can smell the sweetness of death.

Please do not be alarmed.

I do not seek death, nor wish it.

But as one gets older and friends drop off you cannot help but think,  what is that like? Eh?

Did it feel like anything? Or nothing?

And am I afraid of dying or being dead,

or am I simply afraid of leaving,

and being left out of what comes next?

And sometimes, I think

How calming it must be

To put down the cares, the day by day, the grinding

and simply sleep, deeply. Deep. Dreamlessly.

Less … dreams.

And if I am welcomed to a place

where all fears are stripped away well,

then that will be nice too.

So either way, it’s OK, I guess.

Sometimes, I can smell the sweetness of death.

We may as well. No one’s come back to complain.

I don’t think I am odd.

Or maybe, I am.

  1. gwpj says:

    Beautifully done Yolly, very beautifully and thoughtfully done.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. gwpj says:

    Reblogged this on What I write and commented:
    Stephen Yolland’s poem about death is a jewel that I wish I had written. Since I didn’t, I’m borrowing it here so my readers can read it.


  3. underwriiter505 says:

    I haven’t reblogged it (yet) – but if you are odd, I am exactly the same odd on this subject.


  4. Paul says:

    Due to my fear of death I felt like crying but it actually left me feeling numb, calm and at ease.


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