Death Nears

Death nears;
What you thought you
needed loses importance

Why shiver and focus on a dark
quivering hand?

Rather than the golden chalice
you hold and the toast being
proposed to new possibilities

In the same way love enters your life
The “I” (ego) a corrupt, self-absorbed
tyrant king that dies during the night

Let him go…

Breathe in new air
Freedom awaits you
Let everything go
Be still
Quiet

Die that you may live

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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