Chant du cygne

"Mors ultima linea rerum est - Death is the last boundary-string of things" - Horace

I am not afraid of death.

I am afraid of not living.

Not being.

Not existing.

Nothing.

 

The dissolution of my soul,

Into the inky abyss.

 

Forevermore,

I long to wander.

Planted on terra firma.

Relishing delights,

Of a life well lived.

And living.

Still living.

Breathing.

 

The blessing of perpetual life,

Hope springs eternal.

 

I am not afraid of death.

I am afraid of not living.

Not continuing.

Not respiring.

Ceasing.

  

Shuffling off this mortal coil,

Into the gentle night.

My final exit.

Chant du cygne.

Author's Note

Feel free - "Chant du cygne" - swansong

Reviews

[Ronn Michael Salinas]

well... it's good not to ask for too much... after all, one never chose to live in the first place

[Crow]

I feel the welcome of adventure, throughout this life and beyond.

I luv this work!

Thank you for sharing.

[KAREN]

I think this poem is very relatable. Nicely done!

[Jeremy Baker]

Beautiful and introspective. The questioning within us and the need to have lived a life that was useful, needed and deliberate. Loved it!

[Mike Winegar]

I really like the way you express the importance of living life to one's fullest potential.

[knightcall]

an interesting rhythm seeping through this poem. What rings most true for me are the lines I'm not afraid of death I am afraid of not living. Nice job fellow Virgo. Nice.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

When we live our lives to the fullest then passing on to the other side should not scare us, for the afterlife is not the end but a new beginning.

[rose with love]

how beautiful. i can relate to this just like many others.
and the title, it fits perfectly in French. :)

[EMF]

Wonderful. Simply wonderful. Deep, refreshing and thought provoking. Though I've always believed Life is the main course and Death the desert

[Inyourshadow]

I guess this is how many of us feel as i often wonder am I truely living or merely existing, the time runs away so quickly and I feel I have only wasted another day. The depth of your poem is breath taking, I loved it. keep em' coming