I, who will die
And entombed under a stone
Amid of sands I'll lie
I'll be too conscious to groan.
Mortal me, mortal me!
.
I, who will be forgotten
After some weeks of my demise
While all pride in me is rotten
I'll be unaware, to be precise.
Mortal me, mortal me!
.
I, who will be devoured,
My stomach, lungs and retina
By some maggots underworld
I'll be the breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Mortal me, mortal me!
aw...its really dark...but beautiful...makes me reason aboutdying and about the grave, , , , nice poem...thanks for sharing
I, who will be forgotten After some weeks of my demise While all pride in me is rotten i will be devoured Mortal me, mortal me A great consciousness you are trying to propagate my dear poet. This is our call, call of the poet. Thank you for this great poem
I like the imagery but I hold to the principle that the body is but a vehicle for Soul (consciousness) to express itself in this physical dimension. Since Soul is a particle of God's consciousness, one of Its properties is eternalness. One's body is temporal; one's Soul is immortal!
Really. Nothing remains except the rotten body. Very beautiful poem.
This is very strong and more of a poem than the first one I read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very dark poem. A really good write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, For Paul Blackburn. A true story.