That great divider of realms

Walking barefoot,
smooth the shoulders of mother earth.
Senses tingling with life,
a calmness surounds me,
my thoughts adventurous.

Death, that great divider of realms.

A wall of fog, a small stream.
One step, simple, eloquent, natural.
Bullshit!
I'm scared as hell, as I know most are.

Watching my mother die,
then later my brother,
making it easier for my mortal soul?
Hell no!

But death is not just that which comes to us all,
it has many forms.

When a man gives up on his family,
to walk the streets, and smoke the pipe,
thats death.

When a mother chooses a bar stool
over an afternoon with her child,
thats death.

And when that childs dreams are squashed
thats death.

When someone is cheated of their life savings
for a promise with a false bottom,
thats death.

War...Nothing but death.

To see it...to hear it...to smell or taste it
horrifying.

That great divider of realms.