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What will happen when I'm gone?

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What will happen when I'm gone?

What will happen when I'm gone?
will the world remember me?
will the people notice
the absence? When the 
professor calls roll, and
makes those tic-marks 
of authority, my name
will not feel its painful 
slice, will it be
noticed, will anyone care?

The room will be empty
empty as a bench 
seated alone, the sound
of the waves come in 
go out
the bench is
cold, the warmth of 
familiar flesh no longer
the substance, the embrace 
never felt, never again 
the last true love was
the crafting, the furnishing 
the shaping, molding into 
a new creation. It was 
art, originated from the 
lone tree upon the grassy knoll.
Cut, severed, the umbilical 
cord, the only real connection 
we ever have, the only true
reality. So quickly does it 
end, no mystery as to 
 yell out, till the vocal cords 
hammer together the blacksmith 
smelting the iron against
sensitive flesh 
the paper is gathered from 
the dead oak-tree the one 
upon the knoll, and then
glued and bound 
made into a new creation 
Ink, the blood of the intellect 
smeared and forced into 
form, making it all a 
new form. These volumes 
fill my many shelves 
my constant addiction 
what will happen to 
them with I'm gone?
When I join the 
literary dead, the paged 
crypt. When I finally 
descend from the madness 
of life, and submerge 
into the collective 
dead circus of the 
mysterious afterlife 
the ultimate riddle and
connection of the unknown.

Will anyone notice? Does 
anyone truly notice
them? When I no longer 
live in this reality, will
those I know come inside 
and read the books, read 
my own works, read 
this poem?

Or shall I be the lone
tree upon the knoll 
the bench at the beach 
never to be cut, never to be 
Left in the Mother's Womb 
to be aborted or decayed 

perhaps I should have been 
spared myself and the 
world so much...

At the end of days 
many questions will be asked 
will anyone care?
What will happen when I'm gone?

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  1. Date: 3/14/2010 12:12:00 AM
    Good questions. Could feel the intensity. If you wish, read mine, Is Death the End?