Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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It stopped

It stopped

A Poem by Jon Roggie

It is a good thing.
  Isn't it?

The steady pain in my chest,
  barely noticeable.

The tingling in my arm,
  not even in my shoulder anymore.

So,
  nothing to worry about?

Right?
  no one seems to be listening
       right...

© 2014 Jon Roggie


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Some people die so quickly they they’re never aware that they are dying since it takes some time for nerves to transmit impulses through the body. The next thing that they would be aware of is being conscious again, but with a blank memory, somewhere in another universe at another time. The phenomenon of consciousness itself may be eternal, and we all may belong to the same consciousness. We’re never aware of not being conscious, since we can’t be aware of anything at all without being conscious. Life is just a memory generator. Death is a memory eraser.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

10 Years Ago

Some may carry over, even if they are just vague recollections, maybe not their own.
Aethereal

10 Years Ago

Every memory stream, data stream, that has occurred once has a high probability of occurring again j.. read more
Clever this one. I picture a man dying of a heart attack while no one pays attention.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

10 Years Ago

Got it in one! Morbid recollection of so many stories. Someone dies, and nobody notices, except fo.. read more

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Added on August 7, 2014
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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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