Questions On Death - Poem by Christopher Withers
a lack of memories prior to birth
instils not dread or fear,
so why, i question
does the thought of similar
fate in death
generate such fear and fright?
i find myself wondering sometimes,
if death itself could be - a final point,
that final stage before
our last memories close to the light, and
we simply forget ourselves.
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