Death Is Such Sweet Sorrow Poem by Samah Khan

Death is such sweet sorrow
Rotten tears we beget, wet eyes speak while lips wail
Loud neighbours feign solicitous interest
Asking about the how's, the when's and the where's
Not seeming to understand that nobody wants to talk
When their nose is running
But one must sympathize with death
For all our qualms about it, we forget
That it takes us away, far away from the reality of life
And the monotonously punctual devils that show up
At our doors, bellowing into our ears so that our heads throb with migraine,
Our hearts weaken with disease, our blood-pressures break through the roof,
Our kidneys, livers, lungs fail-
But once death's firm embrace holds us captive
None of it matters anymore
And all you can do is cry over grave after grave
Until you finally fall into your own and learn to be thankful