Forbidden for bro Salvatore

poem

 

 

Forbidden

 

I sometimes wonder when you die.

Are you aware that you are dead?

And do you know the reason why

And can you see the way ahead. 

 

Or are you frightened and alone

And do not know what you should do

When you are faced with the unknown.

Does someone come to comfort you?

 

Some sort of spirit rescue team

who are prepared and on stand by.

Who will explain this is no dream.

A different reality.

 

Your body died but you live on

Immortal spirits cannot die.

Although you’re sad and woebegone,

you must accept reluctantly.

 

You can’t go back; impossible .

You must move on to the next stage.

Although it’s highly probable

 you will refuse to in your rage.

 

You were not ready yet to die

 and miss all that you left behind.

You cannot see a reason why

fate should choose you. That you can find.

 

Eventually you realise

this is your new reality.

 Death comes to all as a surprise

because that’s how it is meant to be.

 

All people know that they must die

but may not know the where or when

Though we may ask, there’s no reply.

Some knowledge is forbidden men.

 

10-Sep-08

 

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Reviews

[Mr. Misanthrope]

There's a certain jingly tune to this poem, if you know what I mean. It's fun to read, but the theme is so realistic, it hits you straight on in the head, this reality being that death comes to everyone.
The rhyming sequence is jolly, almost like a happy death. (I love oxymorons but I'm not sure whether the one I just stated counts as one, as there could be someone who observes death with a smile on his/her face.)