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When I Am Gone

When I am gone
The world will end
Was it here before
All that we assume is real
Just imaginative décor
Imagination our minds creation
True source of all sensed sensation
Touch Taste Hearing Sight or Smell
None exist except to dwell
Within our minds ears eyes nose and cells
So was it really here before
Of this I’m really not quite sure
But of one thing I am quite certain
When I pass beyond the curtain
There’ll be nothing there to greet
Just oblivion quite replete
A nothing never nowhere blend
To decorate my final end

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Teddy Kimathi

Date: 11/19/2016 3:03:00 AM

I enjoyed your philosophical, reflective piece!! Congrats Howard, for having your work featured in the Poetrysoup homepage!!! ;-)

Howard Tunick
Date: 11/19/2016 4:48:00 PM

Thank you so much Teddy. I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

Jeremy Proehl

Date: 11/18/2016 9:11:00 PM

Hi Howard, Thank you for your write. It sparked the internal struggle I have. I was tought that the dead are conscious of nothing but the living are conscience they will die. Yet science supports that there may be a soul or something that continues on after death. I feel there is another party after this one. Please share more of your poems / thoughts. JP

Howard Tunick
Date: 11/20/2016 7:54:00 AM

JP, Thank you for the read. The dead live on in the memories of those left behind. The dead themselves are wrapped in the comfort of oblivion. I'm wondering what "science" there is that might support the existence of a "soul" that is connected to the departed and continues after death?