How hard the knock-
the knock of a world
lent against its self
and
gone awry .
The thinking bits that
find their ends
to meet themself,
this thinking self ...has ever
yet to mean it-
prove it!
Yet all this squandered time,
these million hours have
a time to thrill -
a time to its own terror.
And i will post this warning:
(to a self)
I fear death;
not as I fear anonymity
Absence.
<Deleted User> (8394)
Wed 14th Jul 2010 09:37
This is to me is fantastic! why didn't you get many comments it's brilliant. I love it, I want it for my own!
Perhaps the hardest human 'truth' to speak of honestly; and I think you have concluded the real fear accurately. For me, the whole poem is dramatically contained in the final four lines.
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Christian Soper
Mon 2nd Mar 2015 19:47
This is so beautiful I wrote this panic poem about fear and death aswell
God Kitty
He’s coming, death
He was lurking around and he is here
They call for a savior
And pretend that he has arrrived
But this is true why am I afraid to go outside
What If I go outside and there is a cat
And you walk up to the cat
Because cats are nice and cuddly like pillows
But out of nowhere the cat turns into a monster
And says “I’m god you’re going to die”
And you are like "fuck you god, Im scared because of you”