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Prose - I'm Going to Die Someday

Updated on December 27, 2011

When I came back
The strange was all I knew
It was my day and night
I thought, “They no longer know you”
But do I know them?
It seems I do not
It takes a God
To understand what a human cannot

I know it’s true
I’m going to die someday
There’s only a few more hours
Looks like I’ll make it through today

When I came down
I tried to talk about it
But nobody understood

I woke up this morning
Just like I thought I might
Now I’m wondering again
Just like I did last night

One day you’ll turn your heart around
And your veins will stop the burning madness
And as you let the flowers in your garden grow
The butterflies ride the cool breeze

Yes it’s true
I’m going to die someday
I wonder if anyone will remember
It’s so easy to forget yesterday

When I walked away
I tried to sing about it
But they wouldn’t listen

I don’t like thinking about it
I’m not sure why I do it so much
It seems everyone’s laughing
But I know that’s just a crutch

One day you’ll turn your mind around
And your thoughts will turn to gladness
And as you let the soft winds blow
Your children play in the swirling seas

I don’t like to pretend
I know life isn’t fair
It’s something I dwell on
My ego is no longer there

When I woke up
I tried to lay back down
But they wouldn’t let me

I live in the waiting room
While others run free
I have to take things on faith
There’s not enough time to see

One day you’ll turn your life around
And your pain will turn to forgiveness
And as you let the world around you know
You finally fall to your knees

Everyone is a seeker
But is it for God or themselves?
They know not what they do
They reject fishes and loaves

What I thought
I tried to forget
But they kept talking

Did I listen to my Mother?
She tried to give me a key
I could only lock her out
It was only about me

One day you’ll finally come around
And your actions will turn from selfishness
And as you let the love inside you show
You finally beg her please

I used to hate work
Now it’s where I live
It makes me feel safe
As long as they like what I give

When I ran
I tried to slow down
But they wouldn’t stop

I see denial all around
As people swallow their mortality
It kind of makes me wonder
How they can ignore reality

One day you’ll turn your heart around
And your mind will stop its restlessness
And as you let the calm inside you flow
The sign on you finally says peace

Where did I go wrong
Or am I in the right?
It’s so hard to know
I’ll never be Christ-like

When I came back
The strange was all I knew
It was my day and night
I thought, “They no longer love you”
But do I love them?
It seems I cannot
Sometime it takes a God
To love what a human will not


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      Mark Lecuona 6 years ago from Austin, Texas

      @Deborah - Thank you. You flatter me too much! Happy New Year to you to!

      @Ruchira - Thank you for the kind words. Yes you are correct... life goes on and it is tough in that way.

      @Verita - Again I thank you. Kindness is probably the answer to everything and if it was universal maybe that is all we would write about. Happy New Year to you too!

      @Senoritaa - The King! Nice... but I have no subjects.. thank you!

      @Minnetonka - Thank you! I guess that left/right thing results in straight forward creativity. I don't have too many flowers in my words but I love to write.

      @catalyst - Thank you for commenting. Yeah getting older brings these thoughts about. Luckily my children help me enjoy the day. But for them I want to live so sometimes it makes me think of how much time I have. Hopefully enough...

      @kidsnchocolate - Thank you and I love chocolate too! ha...

      @ryokowaren - Thank you! I appreciate it...

      @Teylina - There you are again! My loyal follower. Thank you as usual and don't say mine is better or whatever. Just be yourself, be honest and give us the emotion and it will be great.

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      Teylina 6 years ago

      Very, very good write. Will have to go back and read again. (Right now I'm trying to make the ideas you gave me for a new not-as-good-as-yours hub go away! Like yours better!

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      ryokowaren 6 years ago from USA

      This really makes you stop and think. Voted up!

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      kidsnchocolate 6 years ago from Midwest, United States

      I absolutely love this!!

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      catalyst20 6 years ago from Los Angeles, California

      I think you've portrayed a saddening thought of dying in a very personal way. Sometimes those thoughts crossed my mind and I could easily identify with your feelings. In dying I always think of relationships - will I be remembered and how? Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

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      Linda Rogers 6 years ago from Minnesota

      Mark-Your poetry always makes me feel and think at the same time. Your left/right brain thing comes out in your poetry and I love it. Thanks for always putting your thoughts and feelings into such beautiful prose to help life seem a little better. Happy New year hub friend :-)

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      Senoritaa 6 years ago

      Brilliant! You are the king of prose!

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      V Qisya 6 years ago

      Mark, this is simply AWESOME! A masterpiece, I must say. Well, we all gonna die someday but that's what life's all about. This is something we can't avoid and beyond our control. It sad though.

      But, the kindness of a man will always remain in the heart of his loved ones.

      So, I Wish You The Best and Have a Prosperous New Year! Take care.

      Up,up and away!

      Best Wishes, Verita

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      Ruchira 6 years ago from United States

      beautifully expressed!

      Sure, it makes us sad if not remembered when we die...but, life has to move on and so shall we. Thus, no regrets if people don't remember us; once we left this planet.

      Harsh but the truth!

      voted up as beautiful.

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      Deborah Brooks Langford 6 years ago from Brownsville,TX

      Oh I Love this... so heartfelt and so true to form,... You are a master at this. I voted up and beautiful.

      Happy New Year