Death do us part

Short, depressing, attempt to invoke thought

Death is a wish for some, a relief for many, and an end to all. Death is eternal rest. Death is a mystery, that's for sure. No one knows if there is life after death, or if there is heaven or hell, or if it is just a dreamless sleep. One thing is for sure though, in death there is no reality. There is no war or crime. There is no hatred or love. There is no feelings of anger, sadness, or envy. There is just a body, an object, once with a life and a history, now just a stone cold being. In death, there is nothing more than existing. You will continue to exist thousands of years from now. You will be remembered for the things you create in your life time.

Author's Note

This was written late at night when I was doing some thinking. It's definatey not one of my best writtings but I felt like I had to write it down anyway

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a thought-provoking collection of thoughts about death & I think it's well worth writing & sharing. I think very few acknowledge how often people want to die & glorify the idea of dying. In this poem, you do that a little bit. You assume there is no more war, etc. But even that, we really don't know. There could be other worlds even worse than this one. In life, it seems that the universe can serve up ever-more-appalling events, so why not in death, as well? This is perfectly stated in an open-ended way, to invite discussion, rather than to try to advance any certain doctrine. To me, this point of an essay is to provoke discussion, which you've done well (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Paul Bell]

Greatness is remembered.
Bad b******s seem to be remembered.
The rest of us, who knows.

[Mr. Mills]

Death's really just a wish of mine.