Death Surrounds Us

When death surrounds us,

It’s lingering present,

An ominous spectre,

A shade of darkness,

Always in its grip,

Always in its shadows,

Until the embrace.

No place to hide.

No escape from the omnipresence.

Only a postponement of the inevitable,

A struggle against the permanence.

Dealings with the dark.

A spectral presence,

A dark friend,

This is:

When death surrounds us.

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