But if I Die

But if I Die

A Poem by [untitled]
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The Imagination Cannot Follow

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What is death? That you should fear it so much,

is it not a deep sleep, where one shall not wake any more

to face a world of improbabilities.

 

From hate that destroys the color of life, and kills

the misinterpretation of love for humanity I say nay,

but go ahead and sleep, and find the serenity for your soul,

for your spirit shall prepare for those whom shall follow.

 

To a rest that the imagination cannot follow, or where

words don’t flicker.

 

But where the unspeakable, the wonder of beauty of a reality,

not made known to humanity, but has been kept secret for such

a time as death

©2008

© 2009 [untitled]


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Goodness, this is emotional and quite intriguing. I can sense some truth in this write as well. Amazing write.

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