In this time there is no last breath
there is no last wish
no last thought.
There is only a time where death
will not whisper in your ear that it is coming,
death will hit you from behind
without you seeing it,
not knowing that your time has come to pass.
It is a terrifying thought to know
that you will never know when you will
leave the Earth you had entered,
serving no more purpose to anything
but being food for life in the ground,
six feet under, nobody to remember you.
You will only be forgotten when the last
person who remembers you says your name one
last time before their memory goes on to not
think of your presence. The last person to remember you
will eventually
forget.
About the Creator
Amber
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