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The Fear Of Death
Muerte
Losing my life at an early age.
The fear of locusts feasting on my ebony covered flesh for all my days.
Laying lifeless in a casket surrounded by fake store bought flowers.
My soul forever being restless and lost without my family.
The putrid stinch of decay turning stomachs and killing grass.
The fear of demons on my ass.
Living out to be a brainless zombie with no mind.
Heart empty as a shell with no lover to call mines.
No present, no past, no future all erased from existence.
I will be nothing more than a distant memory lost in everyone's conscience.
Mourned and celebrated for one day then only be considered just a sad thought the next.
Never again to see the sun shine it's beautiful rays over me.
Never again to inhale the crisp air that my mortal body used to breath.
Lost without a sense of care in the world.
Not being able to bring joy to the lives I've touched.
Soon becoming someone who is not missed as much.
My corpse lying there withering away turning into dust.
Losing my life at an early age.
The fear of locusts feasting on my ebony covered flesh for all my days.
Laying lifeless in a casket surrounded by fake store bought flowers.
My soul forever being restless and lost without my family.
The putrid stinch of decay turning stomachs and killing grass.
The fear of demons on my ass.
Living out to be a brainless zombie with no mind.
Heart empty as a shell with no lover to call mines.
No present, no past, no future all erased from existence.
I will be nothing more than a distant memory lost in everyone's conscience.
Mourned and celebrated for one day then only be considered just a sad thought the next.
Never again to see the sun shine it's beautiful rays over me.
Never again to inhale the crisp air that my mortal body used to breath.
Lost without a sense of care in the world.
Not being able to bring joy to the lives I've touched.
Soon becoming someone who is not missed as much.
My corpse lying there withering away turning into dust.
Published 4th Jul 2018
| Edited 14th Jun 2019
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4th Jul 2018 5:58am
Yet The power and elegance in laced in your words just may out last us all.
4th Jul 2018 6:30am
5th Jul 2018 5:55am
your ability, the light -infantry of sentences amaze me, amazes me!
the rhymes are not forced, such is your incantations of lines, just pure raw talent,
on the simplest level, I have read all your poem and enjoyed every one of them;
the rhymes are not forced, such is your incantations of lines, just pure raw talent,
on the simplest level, I have read all your poem and enjoyed every one of them;
5th Jul 2018 7:12pm
Awwww😍😍😍 thank u so much i appreciate the feedback. Sometimes i feel slept on on here.
6th Jul 2018 7:27am
you have a rare talent, try publishing in some poetry paper, there are plenty on the net,
it's up to you to take the big step??????????
it's up to you to take the big step??????????
6th Jul 2018 7:35am
6th Jul 2018 7:44am
man! think outside the box ((((((((( look on the net at sights that publish poems ))))))))
6th Jul 2018 8:08am
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 alright man I will see. Sometimes i get writers block and sleep on my own talent. Thanks
Anonymous
4th Oct 2018 5:09am
wow thats really powerful and meaningful i loved every word
4th Oct 2018 5:11am
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2nd Apr 2022 8:07pm
Shit real that's the part of death people don't talk about. It's just what it is.
