It is not death that scares me,
It is not the idea of there being a time
When the universe will exist
Without me.
That although my existence,
My universe,
Will disappear
Time and Space
Will simply watch,
Unaffected.
It does not haunt me
That my existence
Is as insignificant
As that of a speck of dust.
I am not afraid of death,
For I am already dead.
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Lost
Poesía"I am not afraid of death, For I am already dead." This four-part poem tells the story of lost souls who slowly lose pieces of themselves, as they tell of forgetting love, and of what it means to be lost.
