When I Die Alone

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I don’t know why I write this shit


When I Die Alone


What happens

When someone dies alone

With no one to hear

That last rasping breath

Does it still make a sound


 What happens

To that spark of identity

That makes me who I am

When they lower

my lifeless corpse into the cold ground 


Am I there watching

Silently from the shadows

Removed from myself

Am I somewhere

In heavenly embrace


If I have not lived my life

Up to standards

And expectations

Do I find myself in

A different kind of place


Wherever I may go

When my days come to an end

Am I stuck there for eternity

Does eternity last

For as long as they say


Will there be angelic music

An overwhelming

Feeling of peace

An all loving presence

To guide my way


Am I greeted by loved ones

As I pass through the veil

Or is that just

My brain shutting down

A beautiful dream wrapped up in a myth


Or when I die alone

Do I just go

Into a rectangular hole

Released from this life

That I've wasted so much time with



09 February 2020





Submitted: February 09, 2020

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Good questions. Plenty of takers for each of your stanzas. The framing - atomised alienation - kind of misses the bit where the value which persists is what you have given to that community which lives on after you. Perhaps that's why you wrote this?

Sun, February 9th, 2020 5:15pm


Actually, this whole thing was built upon those first two lines...what happens? I guess, at this point, it really doesn’t matter.

I’m still here trying to understand the mechanism of inspiration. Where do these words come from?

The more I try to understand, the less I actually know.

Sun, February 9th, 2020 11:37pm

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