Death

Death short poem

A strange calm on his face
A faint recollection of past
No urge to change anything
No feeling to fight it all
No emotions whatsoever
Just an eternal calm
Knowing that nothing matters
Knowing what went wrong
Knowing that he was mean
As any other human being
Knowing that everything ceases here
But only a moment before
He couldn’t really accept it
And like all mortals
Tried to evade the inescapable
Tried not to believe
That everything will come to an abrupt halt
That all his memories will cease
And he will go into a deep sleep
But this is the eternal truth
And this is what will eventually
Happen to me

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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