Aubade by Philip Larkin | a poem about death anxiety i found good

this should have a trigger warning bc it is real asf

Damn the abrupt ending :( The trigger warning was helpful, damn

This poem perfectly illustrates the fear of death. It's a fear that can't be beaten, but simply experienced.

"That this is what we fear—no sight, no sound,   
No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,   
Nothing to love or link with,
The anaesthetic from which none come round."

Wow. Yeah. This encapsulates thanatophobia really well.