We say that we’re
Not scared to die,
But we are.
So, why do we lie?
We all have mixed feelings
About it too.
Some days we’re brave and
Tell ourselves we’re not afraid.
Then comes those other days
Where at night, we don’t want
To close our eyes because
Yes, we’re afraid to die.
Why can’t we all just admit it?
That we’re afraid to die, afraid of death.
We don’t know what it’ll feel like–
That could explain our fear.
To take our last breath and
Just end right here.
Stepping into the unknown with the
Grace and dignity of a being so unique
And brave who was not afraid of death.
We don’t know when it’ll happen and
That makes us vulnerable, but it makes
Us stronger, humble and wiser.
We can truly understand and be one
With the knowledge of it all.
We can’t break it, we can’t put up a wall
Because death becomes us all.
We should not be afraid of death.
We should look it straight in the eyes and tell it:
“I am not afraid of you,
I am not afraid to die.
I see you in the
Far distant wake
Of a long stride
That I must take.
You’re there, your face
I cannot mistake.
I see you even in the blur
Of a mystic fog –
I am not afraid.
Nor the cold even when stirred,
Your hand I take.
I see you even when
I don’t understand why,
When, or how but it took;
The look in your
Eyes said it all;
My last living breathe –
That when I left
It was with Death.”
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 1:28 PM UTC
We say that we’re
Not scared to die,
But we are.
So, why do we lie?
We all have mixed feelings
About it too.
Some days we’re brave and
Tell ourselves we’re not afraid.
Then comes those other days
Where at night, we don’t want
To close our eyes because
Yes, we’re afraid to die.
Why can’t we all just admit it?
That we’re afraid to die, afraid of death.
We don’t know what it’ll feel like–
That could explain our fear.
To take our last breath and
Just end right here.
Stepping into the unknown with the
Grace and dignity of a being so unique
And brave who was not afraid of death.
We don’t know when it’ll happen and
That makes us vulnerable, but it makes
Us stronger, humble and wiser.
We can truly understand and be one
With the knowledge of it all.
We can’t break it, we can’t put up a wall
Because death becomes us all.
We should not be afraid of death.
We should look it straight in the eyes and tell it:
“I am not afraid of you,
I am not afraid to die.
I see you in the
Far distant wake
Of a long stride
That I must take.
You’re there, your face
I cannot mistake.
I see you even in the blur
Of a mystic fog –
I am not afraid.
Nor the cold even when stirred,
Your hand I take.
I see you even when
I don’t understand why,
When, or how but it took;
The look in your
Eyes said it all;
My last living breathe –
That when I left
It was with Death.”
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