Death comes in two forms
death of the body, and death of the soul
The first is bearable
and inevitable
It is expected
Although sometimes not welcome
in the end it is accepted
Then there is slumber and eternal peace
Yet the death of the soul
creeps up unexpected
Never welcome, never accepted
Just life in a black hole
waiting for that hand of love to reach down
to shed light on the life
imprisoned deep in the ground
And if that hand does not reach out soon
the other death will be welcomed
like night welcomes the moon
For everything in this life comes to a cease
Then there is slumber and eternal peace.
:: Maritza Figueroa
Puerto Rico

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