A Love Letter to Death
A 'Loss, Memory, and Mortality' Seminar Exercise
I have long known you,
heard you described as a thief,
a robber who comes
in the night.
Snatching life while we are unaware,
taking the young without reason,
the old without warning.
It was the men in black
who made me fear you,
another way to assert
their control over me
in the never-ending tussle
for my soul.
But as I slipped their grasp
and came to understand you
better,
I came to know you as
just an angel doing his job.
About the Creator
David Muñoz
I'm a recovering artist in Austin, Texas. Stoic student, mystic, writer, poet, guitarist, father, brother, son, friend. I am an eternal soul living a human experience. Part of that experience is working through my stuff by making art.
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