Death

Death

A Poem by Irwin

Scared of dying?
Yes of course 
But when it came 
It was like nothing 
I had ever experienced before
The human tongue does not
Have the fluidity of movement
To explain the feelings
The human brain lacks the 
Vision to comprehend the 
Intellectuality of it all
The human heart 
Has not the capacity 
To render the emotions
To any reliable degree of accuracy 
And even the elusive soul 
Was lost in its inability
To accept the true nature
Of what was happening 
And of all the religions of
Man not one came close 
To the exquisiteness
Of death, the incredible hush
The remarkable insight
The utter fulfilment 
And completeness.  

© 2015 Irwin


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Intriguing why you use very positive words like exquisiteness, fulfilment and completeness when describing death. Intriguing and very counterintuitive.

As someone who is troubled by the thought of death, this triggers something in me. A curiousness. Does he know more then I do ? Has he seen it ?

I'd love to understand where this angle came from.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Irwin

8 Years Ago

Thank you Philip for stopping by and taking the time to comment. It is unlikely that I know anything.. read more



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Intriguing why you use very positive words like exquisiteness, fulfilment and completeness when describing death. Intriguing and very counterintuitive.

As someone who is troubled by the thought of death, this triggers something in me. A curiousness. Does he know more then I do ? Has he seen it ?

I'd love to understand where this angle came from.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Irwin

8 Years Ago

Thank you Philip for stopping by and taking the time to comment. It is unlikely that I know anything.. read more
Hopefully you're right Irwin. Death is probably the biggest mystery known to man and everyone wonders what it entails. Hopefully there is a reward at the end we ca all rejoice over when our time comes. Great writing as usual Irwin. Good to see an old face again. It seems like everyone here is new.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Irwin

9 Years Ago

Thank you for the comment. I haven't been on here for a while and I am only just getting back into t.. read more
sounds like a natural thing to do,but i see you came back,to try and explain

Posted 9 Years Ago


Irwin

9 Years Ago

Very natural and yes I felt I had to return and haunt a few places.

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Irwin
Irwin

York, United Kingdom



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