Years of Feeling Then What
years of feeling then what?
when I die,
leave my body
no longer mine.
I do not wish
to part from feeling.
even pain told me
I was aware.
does spirit feel
or is it empty?
automaton,
singing praises.
I fear that loss
of connection.
emotion is not a waste.
how will I be happy in heaven
or know the difference in hell?
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
