The silence of death

By Rishon Mathew Titus

Death is a silent being. It takes everything that was and everything that shall be, the one singular similarity between all mortals. the wings of a bird that once used to flap but now stays as silent as the night , the beating of a heart that once felt love and joy and heartbreak but now is just flesh , the moving of lips that once uttered words of faith and hope but now stay still, all taken away by death. And yet death is not always the loss of life.

When hands that once created art now lay idle = that is death, when a mind that once wrote poems now lies empty of thought – that is death, and when a heart that once dared to hope but now has lost every ounce of it- that is death. Death itself is not a sad event, it is a peaceful journey into the unknown for the human soul, but the death that comes before life, that is indeed sad, when a young boy that once had dreams and ambitions but now all is taken away by the mundane existence of everyday life , he has died a little. When one loses a loved one, both to death or to the passage of time he has died a little and most of all when the art inside a soul dies now to be replaced by achievements of mediocrities it has died a little

You don’t know how it happens or when it happens but for most it does

Because death is indeed a silent being.

By Rishon Mathew Titus