Lay me down, bury me in the ground,
An unmarked grave, so I won't be found.
I have one request, I want to rest.
I'm ready, all my sins I have confessed.
More tired and worn than the day I was born,
I beg you to lay me beneath the Jerusalem thorn,
And let me wait for rebirth as it is fated.
Let me experience all that is debated.
I want to see her burst through the light.
Into Death's arms, I walk without fright.
I need no pyramid, no monument, no fuss.
For the living, what's left is for them to discuss.
The honest truth is that all I truly need
Is that moment when I know I'm freed.
And while to you, it seems like a risky venture,
To me, the rest is just an adventure.
Finally, a poem about death that isn't depressing and filled with suffering. I'm fascinated by the Reaper, Valkyrie, and Death. That's one of the reasons I love Hamlet so very much. It's an analysis of death and what it means to the living. Death is boring when it's viewed alone; same story for life. I'm not interested in immortality (whether it comes in this life or the afterlife, I think it's totally overrated and most likely a curse). However when you view Life and Death together, suddenly they're both very weighty and very intimidating (that's why people kill themselves, and it's the same exact reason people are afraid to die). One gives the other meaning. That is so fascinating to me...Kind of like hot and cold...or good and evil. But just way better than those combos.
Note: No, I don't happen to be goth or depressed. I'm just another weird poet with a fascination for the morbid.
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I like your style Anonymous.
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