When I’ll be no more,
No more to be what I am.
No more a person, a name.
No more confined to things and means-
No more to remember.
I’ll be free as I want to be.
When I’ll be calm
When time will leave me, with ease
When I’ll be forgotten
I’ll thank them to forgive me
When I’ll be watching from places unknown,
When I’ll be gone,
I’ll be missing this.
This has a gentle, flowing quality that I greatly enjoyed. I also liked the wistful tone, as if the speaker were quietly reflecting. This is not always an easy tone to catch when talking about a subject so serious, but you strike a fine balance. A happy medium, I like to say. This poem flows and leads the reader to the conclusion perfectly. Like a gentle brook, the reader is carried from beginning to end. Great work, here.
A wishing and perhaps even believing that after this life everything will be as it should be - much better! - but then you remember that now you know this life and what you have in it, and then you realise that you nonetheless are not yet willing to let go of this life you love after all ...
This has a gentle, flowing quality that I greatly enjoyed. I also liked the wistful tone, as if the speaker were quietly reflecting. This is not always an easy tone to catch when talking about a subject so serious, but you strike a fine balance. A happy medium, I like to say. This poem flows and leads the reader to the conclusion perfectly. Like a gentle brook, the reader is carried from beginning to end. Great work, here.
I was born.
I live.
I'll die.
I know nothing.
Where I came from?
Where will I go?
I'm ignorant of my existance.
I'm uncertain of myself.
No beliefs.
No religion.
No god.
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