Sometimes I wonder if I die
Would I have done enough
To be remembered
And celebrated
Or would my life
Have amounted to nothing
And memories of me
Just fade into oblivion
Does it even matter
If I mattered to anyone
Have I wasted my youth
Have I wasted my life
What is waiting for me
In the afterlife?
I smell death
Everywhere
It lingers
In my mind
And keeps me up
All night
Do I have time to kill
With this void to fill
There has to be
More to life
Than praying not to be
The next to die
Where is the lie?
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Author:
Mariel Ilagan (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Really a great poem. Like it very much. full of realization❤
Thank you.
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