Death's Brim Poem by Soul StillWaters

Why does fear sometimes accompany Death? ?
Is it the desire to keep living! ? ?
The desire to not be dead? ?
Or Just the innate reel of life's a tipping point? ?
Whatever it is, when we are afraid.
It is not that we are not ready,
It is, that we are rather unprepared for its wake.
The waking from the dead! !
The waking after been unalive by a split moment

Do not fear, it comes for us all
not now but now in due course
Do not fret, it's shadow's are brim
Yet, light trails after it.
Do not flee, nowhere to escape it's embrace
It's bloom gloom is like no other
Let it blossom, even if it ends.
It commences another in it's morning

Finality, never beyond grasp but away
A reach out of us, but within all along
It comes with the waking.
No matter our tenacity to go on living.
It is final, it has come, it will come.