The Ever Impending Doom

NorwegianRatMan

Is it hidden in the stars

The day my brain explodes into a thousand parts

Scattering my consciousness into space

As its never eternal resting place

 

Or will it be sent down to hell

Ring the horrors that pastors would tell

Of a death of permanent suffering and shame

Where the only comfort is reminiscing of what life became

 

Time thinking could be time spent living

Every word is a hand on life's clock, ticking

People limp through tragedy without making life a story

Death is only for heroes with all the glory

  • Author: Ratigan (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 25th, 2022 20:50
  • Comment from author about the poem: Over the years I've constantly pondered about death, and they always led me back to the same conclusion. Maybe we shouldn't be trying to identify the meaning of life, and instead give it meaning, or something I'm writing this shit at 9:47 PM don't expect much.
  • Category: Spiritual
  • Views: 10
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  • arqios

    Indeed, to live it is so much better than to think it or imagine it. Thanks for sharing and welcome to MPS!



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