Big Unknown

Big Unknown

Why are we so afraid of death?
The idea of a consummate end
Is it the notion of mortality?
The vision of decay, organically
Being reduced into soil, reclaimed
‘back to the earth from when we came’
Or is the threat, that all our strengths
Will be replaced by nothingness?

A man who changed the nation’s tide
A girl who wasn’t anyone’s pride
The father who killed her, and seamlessly lied
But he died, and she died, and he died, and they died

No one walks away from Death
Unless we walk burdened with regret
That, before we knocked on Hell’s door,
We had so much, so much still left
Bucket lists, a big unknown plot twist
One more chance for a lover’s last kiss
Before Death claims us, claims them, claims it all
We fight, gnashing and struggling, flailing our fists

We all must go, one day, into the big unknown
Where Heaven, Hell, and Afterlife, or
Reincarnation are sown
Figments of the imagination, or the ultimate truth, either way
Leave nothing undone to regret, when d
Death calls you away

Completion is the antidote to our fragile mortality
People who walked years ago, are gone but we still see
Images and remnants, history and memory
In our brief existence, we may build immortality

©CM
28.06.2015

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5 thoughts on “Big Unknown

  1. J.T.O'Sullivan says:

    Beautifully real Calli x I once heard a saying that went something like why fear death? You start from nothing, and you go back to nothing, so what have you lost? Nothing 🙂 x Again, beautiful piece!

    Like

  2. Madsies says:

    “In our brief existence, we may build immortality”
    Brilliant and realistic.

    Like

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