When I am dead, bury me
And if I sing, silence me.
Don’t woe over my life.
Or question the after life.
Don’t spread my story.
Or try to convince others I brought glory.
Just tell the world I lived.
And leave me buried in the sand.
I’ll forget I ever survived
Write me off like one of the damned
So I too, can wash away with the shore
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Author:
Hooli (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just a point of thought. Everyone wants to be remembered, but sometimes all I long for is to be forgotten. That’s what peace is probably like.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
This poem carries a very uncommon view. It is very understandable and I can identify with it to a point. It is an important message written in poetic language that touches the heart.
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