Death

I'm inevitable,

you are destructible,

yet you all,

afraid of a fall.

Try to run away,

saving yourself each day

from me

which in your fate will anyways be.

Life for you is positive,

and me, you always see as negative.

I'm the culmination of your deeds,

you do get back what you feed.

Talking about me

you are frightened,

to stay away from me,

your deeds you defend,

you pray,

that far away should I stay.

You say I bring grief,

yet when I come everyone says

May you rest in peace!