I'm Afraid of Dying (A love poem)
by andrea peters
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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I’m afraid of dying
I used to stand upon tall ladders
And look down to the depths below
Wondering what all the fuss was
If I should fall.
My mother said “Get down!”
My brother just cried,
While I stood on the very highest step
Where the words “No Step” reside.
I didn’t conceive what was at risk,
I thought it was just life
And life wasn’t that big of a deal
At least not to me.
I used to walk across high bridges
And ponder what it would be to fly
To soar for a moment or two.
If I should stumble.
My eyes must have deceived me as
Many a stranger paused
Me. Watch the water.
The swirls which mesmerized my mind.
I didn’t give it much a thought,
The fall that is
As it would end in darkness
A lack of light
And I would know nothing. Anymore.
I used to drive my car
And wonder what it would be like to cross that line.
The white one.
On the side.
What it would be like to fall asleep and sail,
For a second or two,
To never know what happened.
To never awake.
It really didn’t worry me that much
It only meant no more thoughts,
No more strain
But now I stand upon the lowest rung,
I walk along the shortest bridge,
And drive the most deserted roads
For now I find myself afraid to die.
Terrified of no thought.
Fearful of no consciousness.
Scared of the most timid danger.
For now I finally know what it means to live.
I met you.
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|Reviewed by michael andorf
|u hit the proverbial nail on the head...pun intended...e(ii)e think everyone should write a yearly death peom oar autobiographical eulogy...get close enuff 2 kiss the grimreaper's cold lips...then enjoy every breath of aliveness & life's euphoric-bliss in all the secret place's only poets know about...what a great death-defyin' leap in2.....|
|Reviewed by John Domino
|WOW! This an ultimate THE EXIT poem.
A choice we don't have.
But a fate we will all have to face.
Where does the soul go to?
Love cannot be seen.
It cannot just be erased.
Hate is not seen but it has its disguise
Where is it? Why do we feel so strong
about something we cannot see with our human eyes?
So what does dying really mean when we don't know about the unseen?
One day we will be able to tell. Are you prepared for heaven or ....?
|Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath
"I'm Afraid of Dying (A love poem)"
A quite enjoyable write, thought provoking,
and emotionally filled read.
Thank you for sharing,
|Reviewed by Linda Hill
|Wow..this blew me away.
Excellent in all aspects.
I'm saving this, Andrew, and
I'm going to be reading your
works. You are an amazing
|Reviewed by J. Allen Wilson
|This is splendid, A true and thought provoking piece.
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|I loved this, outstanding! I can understand completely,
|Reviewed by C. Gourlay
|Reviewed by Pier Tyler
|Love is powerful. I like that grand ending.|
|Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
|WONDERFUL perspectives...great thoughts culminating in a beautiful poem!!|