The Answer Poem by Paul Reed

What is it, this death
That we are so afraid of?
That we should never see our loved ones again
That we should be so utterly alone
That there is only a nothingness
Orbiting our own minds in a whirlpool
Of complete emptiness;
Flying to a destination that doesn’t exist;
Passing by when there is none to pass by
Nothing to see or feel
No-one to hold;
When even our inner soul floats, abandoned
In the sea of time
When hearts that were joined are now severed
Memories and comforts torn away
And all is lost.
But how can all be lost when I have you
To carry on and bear the torch
To pass it on, again and again and again
Until the flame, so kindled through generations
Refuses to die
And will not recognise fear
That is the answer