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Death
I cannot comprehend what death is.
I feel like a child not knowing.
Blackness, eyes shut forever, no thoughts, no love.
I picture death as a never ending slumber.
Is there more than life and life after death.
Do we have one long dream to live In Forever.
Or is this Man God a real fellow.
Do we reincarnate, do we know what's next?
The fear of the unknown is my paralysis.
Death scares me, more than ever.
I am young right now but who knows how long we have.
I need stop worrying about death
Stoping being a coward
put a gun in my hand and live my final hour.
Gun Gun Gun
Bad ending, great beginning - questioning all faiths and beliefs and death and what is next after death. I'm 63 and I can wait, so can you please. We need more poems written before you go, sweeness ~~A~~