Poem -

GOING HOME

Why still fear death so
Does it yet puzzle thee
For we were dead before
We ever lived
So death, my friend
Is known to us
It's no great mystery

We mostly makeΒ 
No difference here
We sometimesΒ 
Leave a mark
But our time alive
Is miniscule
Compared to time spent
In the dark

For who knowsΒ 
Where we came from
Or how longΒ 
We languished there
Floating atoms
Way off far
Expelled byΒ dying star, or

Did we have a Conscience
Were we always
Quite aware
And pleased to be untethered
Minus body
Without care, though

We may all be extinguished,
as in
Dead is dead is dead
But is that so very different
from
Sleeping in our bed

So why then fear deathΒ 
My friend
When its a placeΒ 
We have to go
It's not so very worrying
Tis a place that we
Already know

Marion Price
(2018)

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Marion

Thanks for reading and commenting Crystal ??

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Marion

Yes...we worry about where we will be after death...same place as before we were born?? Xx

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Mia Terra

True and then you start to think about that the other questions like: "Why are we here?" come up

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Marion

Lol...don't start me off on that one!! X

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Marion

Thanks Tina...yes it is a puzzle...it's something I've puzzled all my life...silly really as we will never know the answer! Xx

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Marion

Lol...it's true though isn't it when you think about it..we have already been dead xx

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