There is no more light in the house.
Cannot seem to move with the weight of this.
There is nothing left at all.
The darkness is consuming all senses.
You don’t know if you are still here.
There is no more light in the house.
Staring into the void, you thought it spoke.
Can you lose your mind like this?
There is nothing left at all.
The endless obscurity has called your name.
No fear has entangled you, only waves of stoicism.
There is no more light left in the house.
Lay still, as it echoes through you.
Wouldn’t be able to move if you tried.
There is nothing left at all.
You are at peace with what is to come.
Inhale this caliginous, as it swallows you whole.
There is no more light in the house.
There is nothing left at all.
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Author:
M.B (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was in deep thought about death and how it may be scary yet peaceful. I know the poem comes across as sad and dark but I found it to represent the concept of what death may feel like especially since no one really knows.
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we - too readily, assume
being born is us being 'switched-on'
and with unfounded maths
we suppose, death is being 'switched-off'
into blissful nothingness...
yet, I ponder
who remembers being 'switched-on'
when was it exactly
when, the biology books say? or earlier
when we're fighting millions of sperms
for a fight at life, or dare we contemplate
even earlier?
and later, too
is being 'switched-off', like falling asleep
only deeper and far more profound
where we're utilising, even more
of our mostly dormant, cognitive capabilities?
(you think my theorising, pointless?
cos it be cyclically endless
a loop of wishful guessing's, loop-holes
to escape, a dreary reality?)
oh, I agree
maybe: I should just concentrate
on the now - fingertip of opportunity, before me
and the past, searing sensation of regret's, reality...
just, Maybe?
(a wonderfully thought provoking read
thanks for sharing, and inspiring
my little scribbled reply)
Sad,but also very contemplative,..it made me think. That's one of the aspects of a good writer,..to make the reader think,..and feel. Bravo! Mission accomplished. Thanks for sharing🌟😀✌🕊
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