By Ernest M. Judd

The lifeless eyes of a dying lover

The screams of a mourning mother

The pangs of a lifetime of remorse

Not being able to follow your life’s true course

There are worse things than death

We fear our final journey

Scared to cross into the great beyond

To die is to enter eternal darkness they said

Society has had us all conned

Imagine living forever watching people you love die

Or imagine a world with each other where you never said goodbye

The world would have no meaning people would always discuss

Nothing to connect to the past, nothing to rival us

To live in endless torment is to be ripped apart

Imagine all the conscious beings with eternally broken hearts

When Death comes, we should welcome it as an old friend

Afterall, no matter who you are, you must come to journey’s end

A shamed man forever reviled

A mother burying her child

A person who has lost every ounce of hope

Someone who has witnessed destruction on a worldwide scope

There are worse things than death