I sometimes wonder when you die. <br />Are you aware that you are dead? <br />And do you know the reason why <br />And can you see the way ahead. <br /> <br />Or are you frightened and alone <br />And do not know what you should do <br />When you are faced with the unknown. <br />Does someone come to comfort you? <br /> <br />Some sort of spirit rescue team <br />who are prepared and on stand by. <br />Who will explain this is no dream. <br />A different reality. <br /> <br />Your body died but you live on <br />Immortal spirits cannot die. <br />Although you’re sad and woebegone, <br />you must accept reluctantly. <br /> <br />You can’t go back; impossible. <br />You must move on to the next stage. <br />Although it’s highly probable <br /> you will refuse to in your rage. <br /> <br />You were not ready yet to die <br /> and miss all that you left behind. <br />You cannot see a reason why <br />fate should choose you. That you can find. <br /> <br />Eventually you realise <br />this is your new reality. <br /> Death comes to all as a surprise <br />because that’s how it is meant to be. <br /> <br />All people know that they must die <br />but may not know the where or when <br />Though we may ask, there’s no reply. <br />Some knowledge is forbidden men. <br /> <br />10-Sep-08 <br /> <br />http; //blog.myspace.com/poetic piers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forbidden-for-jt-ellison/
