I often ponder at night,
thinking about the unknown and how I can solve it,
I look up to the ceiling with fear,
fear of the unknown
But why,
why must I think of the unknown,
It's not ever going to be known
Not in my lifetime at least
I feel as though I can find out if I try
The thing is I
and maybe even humanity may never know
what is beyond
death
We often take what we have for granted
Y’know
There's this thing called life
It’s stressful and we often worry
However,
It is the very point of existence
many of us are here without an intended purpose
or so you think
we are all of the same yet different
our purpose is to represent and remember the past
as it is to prosper for the future
You and I may not be within a group
But you and I are the same
a clump of cells all grown up,
energy
The future of life is all around you
Just as is the future of death
They are both unknown unfortunately
So why must we worry about the unknown
especially when we try to sleep
Because the unknown is both ahead as it was behind
It is to keep us alive as much as it is to take us away
The correlation between life and death
consists of the unknown
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem I just thought of, I'm not sure exactly the meaning of it. I suppose it is also unknown.
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The message is wise and encapsulates the biggest mystery and made me reflect. Nice. Thanks for the offering
Thank you very much for your kind words!
I suspect age, wisdom and acceptance are playing their part. A very honest poem about life & death that somehow has a strong sense of comfort imbedded in it.
That was exactly what I was going for, comfort in feelings most don't think go hand and hand but do. Thank you for your comment!
a relatable outcry of poetic questing
for a glimpse of existential, meaning
while affirming
that oneness, we all take for granted
a great read! thanks for sharing
For there is nothing hidden that will not be disclosed, and nothing concealed that will not be known or brought out into the open. Luke 8:17
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