About My Fear Of DeathA Poem by mattavelliEnglish sonnet sandwiched between some Eights 'n SixesChildren of God, pity my flawed and dull sense of self-worth. While heaven may find you someday, I'll return to the earth. I'm nothing but a wisp of swirling dust, set out to please my heart and gut; and bound to disappear in time, as all things must, that come from and return unto the ground. And, like a stone that's beaten by the wind or twigs picked up by birds to build their nest, those pieces forming me, upon my end, will go back in the mix with all the rest. And, as our world is eaten by the stars, in time so stretched, but no concern to me, there will be none who care about what mars and taints my current swirling ecstasy. I'm living with the suffocating fear, that when i die, my mind will disappear. So, if it seems I'm chasing dreams, betting on illusions, just leave me be, in reverie, amongst my delusions. © 2016 mattavelliAuthor's Note
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Added on June 10, 2015Last Updated on May 5, 2016 AuthormattavelliFLAboutLIFE IS A PARTY. DON'T BE A PINATA. ------------------- Hello, Thanks for visiting my page. I'm Matt. I enjoy reading and writing poetry. If you have a poem that you'd like me to read, please let.. more..Writing
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