It's not death or dying am afraid to see.

but that I do not want afterlife to be eternal.

when my pale dead body is facing up, I want but nothingness to see.

I do not want consciousness to behold when I cross life's drowning sea.



Uninteresting when folks have death experience.

maybe they come back to comfort us that are here

explaining what is real, and not the confusing conjecture bandied on it's fence

or maybe injecting fear and setting our hearts at ache for the coming furnace.



One will say 'have no doubt, adios, my friend, be in panic.

there definately is a spirit world.

Their world is as realm as ours is to us tragedic.

we are the ones sleeping for they know what we do but not aware that what they do is percific.

#Folorunsho Iyanuoluwa

Please any critique?

help a brother

Every poet is a dumb as' 'round here. . . i doubt our moderators exists. . . no single encouragement

This poem is just a fight in my head, scared of what to befall humanity after death.
some maybe help or input fears into our minds telling us about hell and paradise.
my fears erupted when i knew what hell does to the dead. . . So i prefer being dead and have no more afterlife experiences

this poem is open to critique