Gone.
After all is said and done.
Nothing really matters when you're gone.
Gone as in yesterday.
When looking back is miles away.
You join this life and end this life alone.
Long gone is worse than gone.
Long gone is getting lost in time.
Time is always gone, though we’re trying to hang on to it.
Because we believe to waste it is a crime.
Planning is the answer, planning all our days.
Planning what we wish to do or say.
But then we’re wasting words, trying to be heard.
On people who forget to look our way.
“I’m here,” you cry and then you wonder why, nobody seems to notice what you say.
One day they’ll pay attention and you will get a mention.
They’ll miss you on the day…..
You’re gone.
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Chris Duffy (
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Comments1
my second time reading, I think
not sure if I commented earlier
but my response seems to be consistent,
the inevitability of death
and its allure of nothingness
seems romantic, when worded poetic
and yet, dear poet
if we could last a few days, alone
enveloped in our experience of nothingness
we, wouldn't have cultivated such a weak-willed society
who betray themselves daily, just for a sense of belonging
to something, someone: Anything
as-long, as they're not alone...
that's what we find so hard to grasp, that Death
is not some surrealist depiction of otherworldly ubiquity
its, an ending
an abrupt removal from experiencing
a shared sense of existence, with each other;
we can recreate that, at anytime..
we just become hermits and create that death by a thousand cuts of loneliness..
and so, I find little romance or value, in romanticising Death's finality,
rather, I find it desperately sad
that we are left with death, as some symbolic hero of the ultimate escapism..
and no, 'They won't miss us, after we're gone'
if we didn't constitute a presence in their lives for them to miss,
so its what we do, when we're alive that matters
not what people miss or don't when we're, immersed in existence's finite song...
(thanks for sharing and inspiring my little scribbled reply, dear poet)
Thank you my friend.
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