Here is Louise Dickinson's poem entitled Death: It is the ice that freezes us in time
Like a dark taxi that waits for no one
It is an eclipse of the sun
It's a dark shadow lurking like a spider, waiting to catch its prey
Like a dark cloud hovering over everyone, it never goes away
It is a dark night, it will always come
It is the fear that casts over us all
As dark as the never ending universe
A dark forest that is frightening and unexplored
Life is a flash of lightening, but death is a deep dark hole.
Cold as icy fingertips
Harsh as beating rain
Like a mist we cannot see through, a mountain we cannot climb
It is the end of the tunnel
The steep, sharp unexpected drop off a cliff
A never ending sleep
A dark, enclosed space
Like a light bulb that is switched off
A blank computer screen
The loudest scream
Death is blackness that never ends.
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