Fear of death is something that has been torturing me since a very young age. After the loss of a close family friend a few months ago, then my grandma’s and more recently a family member’s miscarriage I have been thinking about death constantly. A few days ago these grim thoughts inspired me to write a poem. Here is part of it:
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“It hurts, the pain taking over my being
The end, nothingness, poisonous sting
Poisoning my brain, my thoughts, my actions
Forcing me to stay still, avoid any reactions
My fear of death controlling me
Fear of success, of failure, fear of being
Because being means time is passing by
Time passing by means death will come by”
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“Not sure how to overcome my sorrow
Not sure how to not fear of lack of tomorrow”
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ps. The inspiration behind this poem can be found on my personal blog.
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