Death

This sonnet is called Death, and it's not the best, but I worked hard on it...


Death

Death is a perception in someone’s mind
No one knows where it will lead you to next.
Thinking about death is a mental bind
No one knows enough to put it in text.
Will you end up in another universe?
Perhaps beyond the edge of a black hole
This subject isn’t easy to traverse
People talk about it like it’s “so droll”
Some will say it’s “the end of the line”
Others believe that it leads to new life.
More will say that it’s the reaches of time
That lead to a place that is free of strife.

I personally believe that it’s new -
A freedom that is wonderful and true.