Death

The obvious it seems disappoints,
The lack of insight stamped on, like an ignorant ant.
You and I will die, what of it?

I think nothing of sleep but the pleasure of a dream,
But woe, how I fear the loss I imagine you will feel.
What of it? 

That’s the terror.


©Feb 19th 2018

artatheistdeathfree verse

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Anisha Dutta

January 24, 2019 at 12:57 AM

That's inevitable. Reaching last phase of life, it seems every thing is meaningless sure to face an expiry. Well done.

Warren Doll

January 13, 2019 at 9:46 AM

As Dylan Thomas wrote, "Do not go gentle into that good night" Your poem has captured this thought too. The terror of having to let go and having no choice. Well done. All the best~ Warren

Caren Krutsinger

January 11, 2019 at 3:57 AM

Having had three near-death experiences where I thought I was going to die that instant, I have no fear of it now, welcome it in fact. There is a feeling associated with the "almost dying" that cannot be described for there are no words but it is a feeling of disappointment upon realizing you are still here. Sounds crazy, but I have had it three times.