Tell Me

Tell me,

Have you ever thought about death?

How we die, never to return, to this thing we call life?

Life, ha, how we take this for granted 

How we let the bad memories take over the good ones

How we will be gone, just like that?

Nothing left. 

Emptiness. 

Darkness. 

Who will we meet?

Heaven or hell?

Or maybe nothing at all, just sadness and agony

Of how much we miss life. 

Maybe better for us, an amazing melody of love and happiness there

But isn't that what we have here?

On this tiny insect of a planet in the vast quantities of space

Just like our minds are in?

So many questions we have not answered.

So many answers we have assumed. 

Maybe death will bring every good thing to you

to miss the life you once had. 

Tell me, 

Have you ever thought about death?

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

Yes. Yes, I have, Gabby. The first time I tried to "hang" myself was with barbed wire around my neck when I was naked, suspended from a bridge at the age of nine. Instead of someone running up there to cut the f'n wire because he had fishing gear on him and ran behind me without me noticing, I wish a lot of days that he would have just grabbed on and pulled the wire tighter!! You quote "don't live with regret in the present day", but a lot of your poems are about suicide and not being able to cope. I had the best of friends that never did drugs and never showed to even their kids just how screwed up and lost they were. One kid played with his kids in the yard, took pictures that he uploaded to Facebook, tags all his friends, cleaned up his kid's rooms with their help, and the next day went out to the backyard where those pictures were taken and blew off his head from his shoulders all over the fence by their play area!! As of the beginning or middle of April this year, I have lost about 118 friends and family to murder, suicide, moving halfway around the world, and torture. Death was part of growing up. I have written many a poem on these circumstances and even a sort of story/blog in my blogs for ONE girl. I think "heaven" is like how Carlin described it. It's a "hum", like a huge electron and we walk as we once did in our living bodies, but without the constraint of gravity, and we are bound to this Earth until the sun bakes it off, and it explodes in all our futures. Hell/ It's Hell on Earth, so why would it matter to most that believe in Hell?! Priests believe in it, and still THEY have hurt tens of thousands of abused kids over the years!! Even in my own town I had one priest wanted for murder and molestation charges from the 1970's to the 1990's. Another priest was a convicted pedophile and lived a few streets away from me!! I wasn't kind to him and that made me happy, happier than Hell on Earth. lol We are but mere bacteria chomping on a huge space blueberry, Gabby. lol I wrote that in one of my poems, too!! xoxox -Mark

[zainul]

Very precious questions.
Yes,I thought about death.
Many times in my life.
You are too young to think seriously about death.
Yet,it is very appreciated that you did think so deeply and created a thought provoking piece.
My favorite lines are:

Maybe death will bring every good thing to you
to miss the life you once had.

Added to my reading and favorite lists.
100/100