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Fear of Death
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2010 Poetry
Looking through the smoky glass of life,
pressing my face to see the other side.
Listening quietly trying to hear the fife,
wondering where people go once they’ve died.
The great question never explained,
never known ‘till it’s too late.
Even those who are tied and chained,
are never willing to accept their fate.
Fear of the unknown is in our genes,
instilled there over the eons.
What can we do as organic machines,
rebuild ourselves with augmentations?
Not likely in a thousand years,
so find a way to relieve your fears.
great piece and you make a very poignant point at end of it.
I'll say, I'm not ready for it yet...
We will never know the whole story,
it's probably not meant for us to
know...your poem makes one think...
when one is alone
and you think
you've done it all
thinking of your love one
who has passed on
makes death, a welcome treat!