On living and Dying

Graveyards filled with death
Haunt the minds
Of those that live
Constricting living
Through fear.

Gaze upon them if you will
And rue the day
You learnt of life
For that was the day
You learnt of death.

This is the greater pain
Of letting go
Of a broken dream
Like so many shards of light
Reflecting off a broken mirror.

We live, but a mere moment
A chance reflection
Of a greater image.