Death Is Way Overrated Poem by Francie Lynch

Death Is Way Overrated



Try not to die.
Death is way overrated.
You don't rest in peace
Rolling in the deep;
Or sit on clouds
Feeling high.
You're dead.
It's not a compromise
From daily woes;
It's not respite
From daily blows.
It's death.
Simple and permanent.
And if you think
For one eternal second
You'll hover, ghost-like,
At your funeral,
And hear stories
About how great you are,
Were,
Or, see your enemies cry,
Forget it.
You didn't get even
With anybody
By killing yourself.
I suspect,
And this is stretching it,
If possible,
You wouldn't be interested
In the living
Anyway.
You got dead.
For ever and ever.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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