Death is being in solitude forever.
Just you.
All this space has claimed you, there are no walls to tear down.
You will never hear another voice cry.
Or bring yourself to sing.
Because the lonliness has robbed you of a perfect pitch.
And even if you could.
There is no right word to say.
You will never leave your mark on anyone again.
The only touch you will remember is your own.
You will never smile again.
And yes, this life will age you.
What life?
Wishing you to be under 6 feet,
Waiting to be reborn.
So you can relish in beauty once again.