The Beginning of Nothing

the end of everything

i do not remember how i got here

and i will not remember how i left

and that,

is why i do not fear death

but that there will be nothing left

from all of me now to feel anything then,

from the beauty of the truly glorious

to the horror of the f*****g terrifying. . .

that we are destined to forget

  every single thing ever worth remembering

is one fate far worse than death

to me. . .

              until I forget

Author's Note

Reviews

[Richard M]

It just seems so sad to me, in a way, that we go through and endure so much in this life, as an individual, and all in the end is as nothing. David, your poem brings to mind things worthy thinking about on a higher level, for all of us. Thank you for sharing and the opportunity to comment. Take care my friend :)

[drew garner]

"we are flesh prisons for an ego." I can't remember who said it but that quote has been on my brain all day. and I thought I would share it with you because it seems relevant for whatever reason.

[Davidgeo]

Are you a "Hellraiser" Clive Barker style fan by any chance?

[drew garner]

I love his oil paintings, and have been reading imagica and everville lately though I have mixed feelings about them. but yeah I find that style interesting.

[Davidgeo]

How about "the hell bound heart"? Or Hellraiser 1?

[drew garner]

I like hellraiser, but have not read the novella.

[Davidgeo]

Give it a go. There's an anthology called "Hellbound Hearts" that combines most of it in a kind of serial novel. Clive is a highly underrated author if you're a fan of horror.

[Steve B]

This age old discussion is always seen through the lens of this world. from the joys of your life to the
misery of life in Bangladesh. what we do here has meaning here. It is the next place where this world is
irrelevant and our endeavors futile. When you look back at this place you will have seen through both eyes.
Steve B.

[Davidgeo]

Speculating upon which after-meaning has relevance without really knowing invalidates the counter argument. Are you sure? no. So which is it then? Your preference mixed with your dream's... Don't pretend to know what you look back on or how you look at that thing - it makes a fool out of you every time.

[Steve B]

I stand by my opinion I guess I am a fool. Steve B.

[Davidgeo]

Don't fret. So am I; and more than you.

[Steve B]

Boilermakers do not fret stop hiding behind silly photos and show yourself.

[Davidgeo]

Um... that is a picture of myself. Want my real name too? It's David Demers and I'm from a small town called Johnsburg in Illinois. Are you seriously trying to intimidate me with that BS? That's not going to work if that's what you're trying to do and will only serve to make you look foolish and petty. My advice to you would be to just move on and ignore me if I arouse that kind of reaction... you know, like an adult is supposed to do.

[Terra]

Sometimes all you can feel is apathy, knowing that none of this will last.

[Davidgeo]

It all depends on how you interpret time... and pain.

[Chris Shaw]

This little poem left its mark on me. A really strong opening, and a very strong finish. The ending left me with feelings of dismay.

Chris

[Davidgeo]

"i don't remember how i got here/i won't remember how I left" Life is like a dream within a dream in that way. We awake and fall asleep and in between will be our everything. Feeling dismay is probably accurate but it is not rational for a positive thinking person to dwell upon. If everybody constantly considered how none of us was likely to ever win this "race" we'd all probably stop "racing". I have to admit, it's wasn't a healthy frame of mind where this poem came from... but I think it's a version of truth none the less. Conundrum is my third favorite word.

[Markus Anthony]

Such a beautiful masterpiece highlighting the tragedy of memory, of forgetting or being forgotten which is put in yout work as inevitable and bound to happen. Such a new perspective.

[Davidgeo]

"you are only alive as long as the last person to remember you" Delores, westworld