FREED

Amon

Do not lament for my soul when I die

for you all know I have just led the way

it is neither a status quo

when my soul departs this mortal body

do not pilgrimage to honor my corpse

saluting the mortal frame that has just failed to stand forever

pampering the already decomposing bones and flesh

when you neglected the soul that once lived therein

the jolly soul that found its way out to eternal life

celebrating like the smoke that the smoker frees

from the captivity of the unlit cigar

to die is gain, not loss

it is the commencement of eternal rest

the way of a beautiful soul to somewhere beyond accessibility

to sans gene, where your lethal torments never reach

so, feting is the least you can offer

for when I die, I am freed.

  • Author: Amon (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2022 02:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    so well written
    lovely to read your work again, dear poet
    thank you!

    • Amon

      I'm glad you like this LBM
      thank you

    • Rocky Lagou

      This was a poem so filled with truth! "To die is gain, not loss" is such a powerful line and the whole poem expresses the idea of the death so well. People often weep the dead but then overlook the fact that they often neglected them while they were alive. Well done! 💖

      • Amon

        thanks a lot for passing by and leaving a comment, it is something big indeed.



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