I know this one theory that states;
Humans fear most, what they can't understand.
It's no mystery why death has been the order of the day, when it came to fear.
For me,
It's not death that scares me the most.
It's after death.
I don't want to sound like a religious fanatic,
But what if all the stories of after life, were more than just a fairy-tale?Would it be easier to convince myself it's just a myth, than to play by the rules?
I have no idea what awaits me at the other end of the tunnel.
I don't know what's going to befall me.
It's becoming more and more convincing, that I am no foreigner to death.
It is no secret that my time is ticking.
I don't know what's more terrifying;
Dying, or not knowing when you're dying.
In a split second, life could be taken.
And everything you've ever worked for, turns vanity.It's heart-breaking to realise that the problem, is not the tick-tock-tick,
But the few moments of silence, before the alarm goes off.
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Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]
PoetryA Poetic series. . With Every passing breath, I sink even deeper into a pool of my own darkness. . *Whispers* "Not your usual poetry"