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One day, I will leave this world. The energy that pumps through me will dissipate; The body I know will begin to rot and decay; The thoughts and emotions I feel now, with great urgency and severity, gone. The people I love will put me in the ground, to cover the stench of my rotting corpse; They will visit 'me' once a year with obligatory tears in their eyes. They will auction off all of my personal belongings, All the things I cherished and valued; To look upon them will be 'too much'. Slowly I will fade from their memories: My personality; My laugh; My smile; The way I held my face when I was concentrating really hard. All the little things that make me me, forgotten; Like I never existed at all. In their loneliest moments, perhaps, they will remember me. Not the real me, of course; Just my name attached to a sort of vague concept of death, An idea of what it is to no longer exist; My memory will serve to give them a sense of their own mortality; An occasionally present reminder that they too, one day, will die.
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
Mortality
One day, I will leave this world. The energy that pumps through me will dissipate; The body I know will begin to rot and decay; The thoughts and emotions I feel now, with great urgency and severity, gone. The people I love will put me in the ground, to cover the stench of my rotting corpse; They will visit 'me' once a year with obligatory tears in their eyes. They will auction off all of my personal belongings, All the things I cherished and valued; To look upon them will be 'too much'. Slowly I will fade from their memories: My personality; My laugh; My smile; The way I held my face when I was concentrating really hard. All the little things that make me me, forgotten; Like I never existed at all. In their loneliest moments, perhaps, they will remember me. Not the real me, of course; Just my name attached to a sort of vague concept of death, An idea of what it is to no longer exist; My memory will serve to give them a sense of their own mortality; An occasionally present reminder that they too, one day, will die.
john-hawkins
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
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