Nothing

I hate death.

I hate how it leaves things behind

Alone

And cold

And hollow.

How everything is unfinished

Those books they never read

Those sights they never see

That skin they'll never touch

And all the suffering they leave behind

A life time of collectibles

Sentimental objects

Favorite shirts

Special trinkets

Useless

Without cause or meaning

The potential and dreams of a lifetime

Vanished

And the connections

And love of the living

All that joy

And happiness

Flashing to memories

Which taunt

Bully

Haunt

What can we do when our world rests upon a single entity?

An entity that is mortal

Delicate

And although may appear as unchanging as sand

and as certain as a maggot feeds from rotten flesh

That maggot still needs flesh to feed from

At your expense

And they will come for your world of joy

And leave you with nothing but the past

And old books you can do nothing with

But stain with tears

Then they will wait for you to rot

Until you are but a memory

Without love

Without thought

Without consciousness

Just nothing

Ever again