David Zhukov

Death, My Dear Old Friend

Can you tell me
what it feels like,
to be afraid of death?

I do not know
what it's like
to fear death.

Death,
I am not scared.
Why should I be?

I am nothing
If I die
Nothing would change

NO tears would be shed
No one would care
No one would notice

So why should I fear death?
Others don't value my life
And I certainly don't

People think I'm happy!
They believe this mask I wear!
They believe all my bullsh*t!

I have no fear
Death is my friend!
And I welcome him with open arms!

So can you tell me
What is fear?
What is death?

Why should I fear death?
Why should I care?
Am I even important?

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 24, 2012
Poem Edited: Friday, February 24, 2012

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  • Scotty DoggScotty Dogg (2/24/2012 9:56:00 PM)

    All good questions sir. Nice poem too. Keep writing. G.

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