The Dilemma of Death

Knocking at death's ghostly door
You beckon to the deathly hoard
You wonder what it was all for
But think that it was just a bore

The real adventure lies ahead
After the world is gone and dead
You lay in your immortal bed
And forget everything that was ever said

There is no time but only space
It matters not if yo won the race
There is no jury for your case
And everyone has lost your face

It's peaceful here but you start to see
That it is not all it seems to be
You look back and try to flee
But the door is shut, they've turned the key

You see the stars in a different light
For here there is ever only night
The inky blackness is quite a fright
But you hold on desperately to your sight

You are swallowed whole by your past
Even though it's meaning you cannot grasp
You realize you wanted it to last
But it's too late, you've already passed

Reviews

[Tony]

"It matter not if you won the race
There is no jury for your case"
Like the whole poem but those lines really seem to say it all. Really creepy final line as well "But it's too late, you've already passed". Strong way to end the pome. Nice work all around.