the fear of death


... every now and then, something starts
bugging me, preventing me from having
good dreams, and having a clear conciousness
while awake

... I finally realized what it is, it's a
fear of death, the big finito, the final act

... it's why your mother always told you to
put clean underwear on, when you go out,
just in case

... it's one of those everyone wants to go to
heaven, but no one wants to die
, things

... but we all must die, and it's about the
only inviolatable rule that earth has:
everything which is born, must die

... my sense of self-preservation is so strong,
that I don't even want to contemplate thoughts
of it, but if you really want to be happy,
you must be free from the fear of death

... so today, when it's cold and I'm all alone,
I will contemplate my own demise, and make peace
with it


© 2016 by zentara
If it is the last word I write, let it be Vishnu