Nothingness
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So just how does it feel,
the end of life?
Not different from an ordinary day.
And wondering, I let my
mind go free
to conjure up
whatever it desires.
It fills with nothingness.
I cannot see
the end of me.
I cannot fathom what
the nothingness
encircling round my head erasing all
will mean to me. Or
if I'll ever know
the void which slowly
makes its way to take
the life that soon will wither,
die, and go.
and end the flow
So death where are you?
sleeping deep inside?
Or walking oh so close and touching me?
Or hovering above
awaiting when
the day arrives that takes my breathe away,
the day you come to take me
who knows where.
Some place within,
that day you win
A multitude of questions
fill my head.
Just where will all my thoughts
go if I don't
awake and rise at morn?
And if I cannot feel
the brush of life
that surges deep within
since I was born,
and life is worn.
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I hope death is like waking up from dream. Enjoyed your poem; it made me think.
Green Lotus: Thanks for the comments I know the poem is depressing, but it's only one side of the inevitable we may have to deal with.
Thanks Randy for your comment. I hope you're right. I want to explore both perspectives. And I know there are many more. Will look for the joy next time.
alekhouse: A wonderfully thoughtful work. I wish that I saw more of them.
@papajack: What a nice thing to say. Thank you so much. I really appreciate your comments.
Alekhouse: This is a beautiful poem, its a fact of life, we all have a turn in facing our death. You gave a voice to my own musings about death. I too wonder if it will be like waking up from a dream.
Violet, Thanks so much for your kind comments. Glad you liked the poem. Yes, this poem is my musing on only one perspective of dying. It is not the only way I feel about it. I wasn't sad when I wrote it and I don't feel it is sad in any way. It merely questions and explores.
Such a wonderful poem written about a tough subject for many. I didn't find it sad at all but rather a "what if?" kind of wondering about what's next. Well done!
Thanks, Denny. I'll just take that nice comment in. Appreciate it.
Thanks for sharing your heartfelt wondering about a serious subject most of us avoid thinking about. And, sorry, it was sad (for me anyway).
Dolores, I really appreciate your comments.
I often seek a place where all my external visuals are removed and I am transported to an existance that is floating within the time and space of my supposed reality. I soon realize it is all a perception, that perhaps there is no beginning and no end, just a being. Everything becomes nothing and nothing becomes everything. Perhaps stolen words of a zen philosopher or a man excessively drinking a cold one at the end of the bar, just a man rambling on and I just happened to be sitting near by, catching words in between my own excessive sips.
Thank you, for I, relate to the nothingness you describe.
Thank you for such a lovely response. Iyt's very much appreciated.
Thanks alekhouse. I've entertained nothingness. Thee's nothing to it! Thanks for the writing.
You're welcome. And thank you for the comments
that was great. i think about that sometimes, what it would be like. will it be a calm surrender or will i go down fighting like a condemned cattle rustler.
very thoughtful piece. i like it.
I love your metaphor: "condemned cattle rustler":....that would be me! :=)
such a soothing quiet rhythm to this...loved it! you write beautifully....
Thanks for the lovely comment.
Green Lotus says:
3 months ago
Your poem is beautiful and sad. I know you are the former and hope you are not the latter.
Hugs, Green Lotus