Metamorphosis Based Poem


What’s the point really?

I mean we all die right,

In the end.


Old age



car crash




What is the point of continuing on

if none of it will matter once we’re gone.

How do you know

you won’t die of a stroke while reading this?


It’s all based on hope and faith.

Hope that you won’t be stupid enough

to cross the street without looking both ways.

Faith in a higher being

keeping watch over you.


Tell me why haven’t you died yet?

Do you think about it often?


It’s a strange and morbid concept,

yes, but



How long would you like to live?

How do you hope you will die?

All these questions

and it seems the only people who can answer them

are gone.

  • Author: M.E.M. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 19th, 2018 13:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: The title is just a description if anyone has ideas for a title I'm happy to hear them. If I choose your title I will give you credit here.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • User favorite of this poem: Brittany Jo.


  • Poetic Dan

    The points I feel are endless as for the reason to carry on or stop is.

    I've always wondered what it will be like from a young age, now plenty of friends and family have passed.
    I'm slowly thinking it's just find balance in a forever flow of change.

    Thanks for write, nicely done

    • M.E.M.

      Very insightful. Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it

    • Goldfinch60

      Good write. Yes we all die from these bodies we have but our Spirit will go on for eternity.

      • M.E.M.

        Thank you, thank means a lot

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