It will set you free
And hold you close
Reveal what you care for the most.
It can be a sweet release
Of endless peace.
But can devour as a reckless beast.
Some seek it out,
Others fear.
But it will happen to all far and near.
Is it’s embrace warm or cold?
It distinguishes not between youth and old.
Makes some cry
Others release a breath.
Am I addressing love or death?
By the Brooke 