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Starting now, I'm going to make my Journal full of my poems... I'm gonna try and have a poem a day, keepin' the doctor away, lol. Nah... I'm kidding. Still, though, a poem a day. Now I have to go and dig out all of my old poems and things. This is going to be fun... Here's the first one.

Muerte

It is the terror
That torments our hearts.
It is the silence
That deafens our ears.
It is the darkness
That swallows light whole.
It is the scream
That stops our blood cold.
It is the cold
That freezes a summer day.
It is the abyss
From which there is no return.
It is the sleep
From whence none can wake.
It is the spell
With no words or cure.
It is the debt
That all men shall pay.
It is the clock
That has forever stopped ticking.
It is the wheel
That has stopped turning.
It is the smoldering
Of our spirit’s flame.
It is the turning
Of a key in an iron lock.
It is the finality
That awaits us all.
It is neither
Seen nor heard but
Its signs are there
Waiting to claim each of us
In turn.

December 30th, 2007