Death, Cheated (1)
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
And when my time comes for a nat'ral death,
Some future era of our shared, shamed land,
I hope and firmly plan that I shall be
Already gone and, I hope, barely missed.
At best, of course, I'd be received by God,
But as it's likely that I'll break His rules,
It seems unlikely. I might be, instead,
Made welcome in the fiery pit below.
Alas! I have grave doubt within my heart
That death will be a door to either place.
It's possible--as anything could be--
That I will find myself some other home
In pain or glory, or perplexity.
In any case, my body will decay
With all my memories, my hopes and fears,
The clothing of the body and my organs,
And of the soul--all mouldering in turn.
Perhaps, within a grave or random woods,
And Death might show up where I would have been,
Surprised to find me missing; wondering,
"How was I not alerted when she died?"
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (2 so far!)
In a morbid mood today. The fun times I have with depression and anxiety...so few.
- #1551 Posted 5 years ago
Quite morbid, indeed. Quite depressing, too. But it's kinda refreshing to think that Death would miss a death.
- #1806 Posted 5 years ago
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