Into The Unknown

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I'm not afraid of dying.
I mean, I don't want to be in pain or anything.
No one likes pain. (well, except for those few crazies)
But that's not what I'm worried about.
It's that age-old question:
What happens after you die?
Is there anything there?
Nothing, just emptiness?
And what about God?
Heaven?
Hell?
Or just a peaceful darkness?
Any sort of awareness?
Do we have souls that move on?
Are we judged by our actions?
Our life?
I used to think I had it figured out.
(I used to think I had it all figured out...)
Now? I'm not so sure.
And, truthfully, I'm a little scared.
I don't want to be caught unaware.
I like preparation.
I tend to ruin surprises.
I just can't stand the not knowing.
Too bad for me this time
Seeing as there's no one I could ask.
Maybe this is where faith comes in.
I'll just have to live my life as I see fit.
And when the end comes, I'll
plunge
Into the unknown.





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songbird said...
May 18, 2010 at 7:32 pm
I think this is a really good poem. I like how you address the timeless question of life after death; it's something I think about a lot. This has a great message and meaning. Keep up the good work!
 
Rachel M. replied...
May 25, 2010 at 9:49 am

Thanks so much for the feedback. This was something I had been thinking about lately and the poem is pretty much just a reflection of my thoughts. I really appreciate comments on my work- if you would like, it would be great to hear some criticism on my other pieces posted.

Thanks again :]

 
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