Death

Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart

Death is a feeling of permanent sadness and pain
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away

Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell

Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt

Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf

Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew

Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed

Chris Sandoval

Thoughts about the poem
This poem is obviously about death. It tells about how death affects everyone around it. The life starts when you wake up as a baby, and the life does not last forever, it always ends some when. Death comes and your loved ones or your friends and everyone you’ve gotten to know through your life must depart. The death itself may not be so painful, but it’s the thought about leaving the world and the people in it, everything just ends. Death is a feeling of permanent sadness and pain, which means people around you will always remember you, even after your past away.
Death is by religions is often connected to a call to heaven or hell, if you’ve been evil and only done bad things in your life you will come to hell, and suffer forever in the flames of Satan. But if you do good things and live with a good karma, you come to heaven and will get wings etc.
Death is in some way a lesson, maybe not for the person who is dying but to the people around him. Maybe he/she have smoked too much, or maybe he lived a dangerous life. Death is clearly a loss without a doubt, too lose someone you love is a very unpleasant feeling. Unpleasant for everyone!
Death is not avoidable, it always comes a time in your life when it is the time to go, to leave the earth and the people living there. It either comes now or later, it can happen anyone anytime, you may even be hit by a bus and you are gone in a second. Death can be compared to a storm waiting to brew, because it is somewhat alike to wait for your natural death that comes when your body is too old and can’t take it anymore.
Death is a soul, done being fed, done being fed by the enjoyment of the life.

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