The Fear Of The Unknown
End of life, Death, is my biggest fear
What is it about Death
About the end of life,
That I fear the most
Is it the Afterlife?
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Humans greatest fear
That of the unknown,
Death is the biggest
As there is no knowing.
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Death brings about
Questions of our purpose,
Why are we really here
Is life a mere circus?
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Where do we go
Do we no longer exist,
Is there anything out there
Does our conscious just drift?
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Only one way to know
But then there’s no return,
Like or lump it
There’s no about turn.
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Do we come on back
At some predestined time,
Oh boy I hope not
I’ve paid for my crime.
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Other than the unknown
Wondering if we still exist,
I fear the dreadful pain
People feel when we’re missed.
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I don’t handle the loss
Of a loved one at all,
The pain is excruciating
My back against a wall.
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I don’t want to be
The cause of this pain,
My boys will be devastated
There’s nothing to gain.
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The more I think
There’s no plus side,
Death may be natural
But it’s life’s downside.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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You know, is does feel like life is a circus