In this time there is no last breath
there is no last wish
no last thought.
There is only a time where death
will not whisper in your ear that it is coming,
death will hit you from behind
without you seeing it,
not knowing that your time has come to pass.
It is a terrifying thought to know
that you will never know when you will
leave the Earth you had entered,
serving no more purpose to anything
but being food for life in the ground,
six feet under, nobody to remember you.
You will only be forgotten when the last
person who remembers you says your name one
last time before their memory goes on to not
think of your presence. The last person to remember you
will eventually
forget.
About the Creator
Amber
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Three Seconds
I saw your face three seconds on the screen and thought you must have made a mistake. People like that don’t look for me. But I clicked yes. Out of curiosity. And out of some silent hope I had carried within me for years. We talked for a long time. As if we already knew each other. As if distance has no real measure when two people listen to one another. I didn’t see you, but I felt you. And that was enough while for others it was nothing.
By Magma Star6 days ago in Poets
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