Death Chills the Soul

As the cold wind blows, it only ices the warmness of the cold in my soul.

Each one of the creatures on earth die a little each day.

The waters and oceans kill unknowingly and we stand back and do nothing but wait for the next death. Death waits for no animal.

Each animal though waits for death. Only one of the many of us know that death is coming.

Yet we still kill by our actions.

By our willingness to turn a blind eye.

Death awaits for the day that all will fear, and all will beg only to fall and fail.

Just as in nature spring brings life fall brings death and fear.

Death Chills the Soul

Jacob Hyers

Statesboro, United States

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