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[sid] => 163793
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Eternity
[time] => 2010-12-19 00:56:41
[hometext] => What do you think happens after we die?
[bodytext] => i am isolated. i am afraid. i cannot utter words. i cannot draw in breath. there is no air and no sun. only endlessness, full of nothing. there is still pain. but i can't feel it. there is still light. but where i am it cannot reach me. there is no hope. fear and insanity are abundant though. there is no warmth. there is only cold, sorrow and madness. i am dead. is this what death is? all alone in the darkness with nothing but the painful memories of life. is there no god? how long must i suffer in this limbo? where i have gone to, no one can see me. i am in a prison of nothingness, a world of black. from which there is no escape. i will never leave this place. but is it punishment, or does this happen to all who die? i faced death. i embraced it as an ally. i thought it would free me. but it turned on me. death is cruel. there is no heaven or hell. there is only me now. and i am alone. i am without others in a place of no echos. a place oblivious to want or need. an absolute void. my thoughts are limited to my final moments. and for all time i will have only regret. regret that i didn't tell myself it wasn't worth it. regret that i was weak. regret that i can no longer hear or taste or see or smell. regret that the last thing i saw was her dead body as i killed myself. i am isolated. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 13 [informant] => solidsnake116 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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