Death

Death,

What are you?

What ARE you?

I can't wrap my mind around you. I can't look behind you. I can't see through you.

But you pick and prod away at my heart strings.

You phantom harp player.

Coming and going as you please

With not so much as a whisper in the night

As you pass

Not even a goodbye.

You have taken the most God-loving, to even those who love to joke about him, to those who could never even fathom what a God could even be.

Behind you is a trail of the fearful, the hopeful, and the confused...

My mind aches to unravel you...

But your language is of an unspoken tongue

You are cryptic in your crypt keeping...

I don't understand.

I don't know if I ever will.

And that leaves me uneasy...

Forever feeling in my heart that my loved ones are SOMEWHERE

But where...

I can't fathom...

Somewhere only the phantom harp player knows...

My mind stretches only far enough for me to know they are somewhere beyond my heart...

And that I will be there, too, one day.

I don't understand you, death.

I don't know what happens to souls when they leave bodies.

I can't help but continuously try and try to solve your algorithm like another puzzle in the palm of my hand...

You are beyond words and numbers and simple human thoughts...