Even your author's note is poetic. Every peace of this. You take death, so crooked and broken and show us what it really is. Your poem tears at my emotion strings. How unprepared we are. And yet cannot stop it. It comes, it steals, and leaves. Not asking forgivness, not giving us a choice.
Your words are smooth, they are beautiful. They are deep. You captured death in a way most people do not. And you put it into questions. That is all that we have at death, when someone dies, or when our last breath is slowly escaping our lungs. Lingering about as long as possible until it exists, realization filters inside of our minds. And we're dead. Unprepared. And gone.
I love the concept of this poem. It is so heartfelt and honest.
I would suggest taking out the some of the question marks though and making them statements to create a more powerful sagacity. The workings of a great piece.
Cheers
I don't think anyone can truly prepare for death, especially since it can happen at any time. The only time one can truly prepare, and more accept, death is when it's a long drawn out illness. The questions one after another with no answers, no give back that really makes the reader think was lacking here. That's my only suggestion.
I encourage you to keep writing to read and comment.
Sometimes I wonder if it is better to know when or to be surprised. There are so few surprises in life but death. We all know we will die but not when. Great work.
What is the biggest surprise in life? 'Yama' asked 'Yudhisthira'
Everyone will die but still people like to live' replied Yudhisthira
This is a small quote from our epic 'Mahabharat'