A simple poem that reflects our mind back to death even while we celebrate life.
Death an invisible being that passes information before the day breaks.
Is death the beginning of a new life? Or the beginning of being forgotten? What truly is next?
The poem suggests the author’s despairedness and lethargic feeling towards life. His suicidal thoughts and melancholy.
The writer is depressed and weary, with nothing fruitful emerging. He’s doomed to think acrimonously.