I, who will die
And entombed under a stone
Amid of sands I'll lie
I'll be too conscious to groan.
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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.
aw...its really dark...but beautiful...makes me reason aboutdying and about the grave, , , , nice poem...thanks for sharing
A very dark poem. A really good write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, For Paul Blackburn. A true story.
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