No Escape

The fear of dying, a shadow that creeps,

A constant companion, in our hearts it sleeps.

It lurks within us, from birth till end,

A reminder of our mortality, an unwelcome friend.

We try to ignore it, push it away,

But it lingers still, come night or day.

It whispers in our ear, a haunting tune,

Of the end that awaits us, all too soon.

We seek solace in the things we do,

In love and laughter, in work and pursuit.

But the fear is always there, a nagging doubt,

Reminding us that our time is running out.

But even in the face of death, we must not cower,

For life is precious, and each day a power.

To live and love, to laugh and learn,

Is a gift that should not be spurned.

So let us cherish every moment, with all our might,

And fight the fear of dying, with all our might.

For in the end, it is not the number of our days,