Death
Without living life lost in existing no use rationalizing
re-incarnation or resurrection is an escape
evading the fact of living in fear and manipulations
we close all doors for thoughtless peace to fight off death
The poem's central worry is not death itself but a life that never really happens. The opening lines say it bluntly: if we haven't truly lived, our lives are just a matter of existing, and there's no point arguing our way around that. The speaker sounds tired and impatient with comforting ideas.
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