The Abyss of Death
by Esther Elizabeth Racah
Then came the abyss of death, deep and wide,
Where all must fall, where none could hide.
The abyss of death, it called to stars,
A silent plea, eternally.
In that endless chasm, the longing was laid to sleep.
The void embraced lost regret,
And whispered, “Here, soon forget.”
The cold was vast, the dark complete,
And close behind, it hurt so endearing.
For death, it took it all,
Secret longings for lost hopes fell.
The void consumed what life remained,
And left behind the husks of pain.
A hollow shell of what was,
Now drifting in eternity.
Finally, in that dark, quiet peace,
A welcome end, a soft release.
The chains of life that bound the soul,
Were broken as control was lost.
And though the blackness held tight,
There was no fear; no light was seen.
For, in the end, all must face,
The emptiness of death’s embrace.
The abyss keeps waiting for every heart,
To draw in, to tear apart.
What once was love, or hope, or fear,
It was swallowed by the depths so near.
No longer was there a yearning to see,
For death has stolen that away.
And in the abyss of death, wide and vast,
Peace and rest were finally found.
In that abyss, where none return,
The fires of life no longer burn.
All that was, now shadows thin,
A spectre lost in an endless spin.
Memories that once were clear,
Are fading echoes, far from here.
The void cradled every thought,
Until there was no more to be sought.
And so it sailed, no longer bound,
By mortal coils or earthly sound.
No time, no space, no fear, no care,
Just an endless night, just empty air.
What lay beyond was not known,
For in this abysm, growth ceased.
The abyss of death claimed the final breath,
And there, the stillness of the end was found.
