When death is the secret
No words utter its name
No doors open to the light
When death is the secret
Gazes slip away
Not to be met or linger
When death is the secret
No answers are to be found
And questions pile up unanswered
When death is the secret
Pain grows
Anxiety looms large
Fear stalks the night
When death is the secret
Life’s moments are not lived
No light possible until death departs us
When death is the secret
Death arrives unannounced
Is itself the answer
Finally to be heard by the deafening silence
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