Sonia Allen Poet Rhyme

Matter

You won't be remembered as a marvel 
Or a joy or a pleasure or anything 
You won't be loved or hated or thought of 
Your memory will marinade in malaise like nothing

Will your friends think of you when you expire?
Only when they send some flowers with the local bargain boy slave. 
Which don't matter when you're lying dead 
Decaying ten feet under the ground in a maggot-filled grave. 

The moon will die and be reborn,
But you will simply die and lie in the ground. 
Your soul will not climb into your body like a child into bed
Your body will sit there, eyeless, tongueless without a sound

There is no need to break you, 
For you are not worth breaking 
You are not alive, only existing, 
Never sleeping, never waking,

I wouldn't laugh in the face of your pride,
For that would be a cruel joke,
Because what have you to take pride in,
Nothing said, laughed, loved, spoke, 

Words exchanged, souls trembled, 
Where are you going with your life?
Not that it would matter whether you live 
Or die. Shoot, aim, fire, strife. 

I wouldn't shed tears for your years, 
Because that would make your mother cry 
But how I'd love to repeat and repeat 
The same words that will ring in my brain until I die:

In an instant, man will fall and what did it 
Matter?
In an instant, the earth will burn and what did it 
Matter?
In an instant, the sky will tremor and what did it 
Matter? Who will remember the time you hurt your knee, 
But you didn't cry and no one said you were 
brave?
In a moment, the memories will wash into the dunes and what did it 
Matter? 
What did it matter? What did it matter? What did it matter? 
What did it matter? What did it matter?
Matter?
Matter?

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Daniel Henry Rodgers February 22, 2024 at 12:10 PM Dear Sonia, your poem cleverly confronts the existential questions we often avoid. The raw honesty and stark imagery force us to confront our mortality and the fleeting nature of existence. Your words cut through the facade of everyday life, for we are insignificant in the grand scheme of things. It's a powerful reflection on the human condition and the search for meaning in a seemingly indifferent universe. Your poem lingers, urging introspection and contemplation. - Blessings, Daniel

Beata Agustin February 14, 2024 at 1:17 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.