The Morning After
What worries me most about this process
Of death
Is not death itself, or the legacy that I leave;
No, I am not worried about
My so called footprint
Or the feeling of my body and soul
Ripping apart
More dramatically than the scene from Titanic
Where Rose lets go of Jack's hand
And he floats like a ghost
Consumed into the invisibility of the ocean.
What worries me about my process in death is
The morning after I am declared dead.
And what if:
There I am in the corner of your room
Hand on hips as usual leaning on the door
Waiting for you to wake up,
And the crack of light seeping in
From between the door and the floor
Doesn't notice I'm there,
Instead it reaches out to your eyes
You wake,
And proceed with your daily ritual of being alive
Like nothing is missing.
As if this were the morning after
Any other night
As if I never existed.
Or, what if:
There I am in your hands
As a picture in a wooden frame
That you refuse to put down--
And I start to die all over again
As I drown from your tears
Collecting on this clear glass
That will now always separate us.
A contest entry
- maybe if the stars would shine brighter i would stop loving you [you will be the judge] by HereComesTheSun.
900 points, ended September 19, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"You wake,
And proceed with your daily ritual of being alive
Like nothing is missing.
As if this were the morning after
Any other night
As if I never existed."
this is so sad and brutally honest about your feelings and attitude towards life.
great work!
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I read sadness allover...
What if...
Mourning over people you lose is alway's a hard thing to deal with...
Some have the same feelings even if one isn't dead but out of your life forever...
You really used the sadness here as I read...
Good luck in this contest and in life..
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you build two scenarios that are opposite of each other, and they both worry you.
you don't want him to forget, yet you don't want him to be sad and lonely...
that's so... human
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thanks so much! that is exactly what I was going for
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the rant like style of this really fitted the piece so well. i was drawn into the idea your message and i felt attached to every word
thanks for entering
remember you will be judging when this contest ends -
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what is your name
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katelynmcdougall.... katelyn mcdougall...
did you get my judgments? lol
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Wow, such a emotional poem!
Worries of the afterlife... and you really showed something people worry about!
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Wow! I freakin know this feeling! God, I know this feeling.
awesome write. it felt like something inside of me has written this as I was reading. so familiar ...My head just kept nodding
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I have read this piece probably three times now, and the more I read it, the more I like it. There is something sinister about the brutal honesty of this poem, specifically the second last stanza.
"And I start to die all over again" stood out for me also - the absolute grittiness of it. You also have such a well executed train of thought. For instance, there is nothing in this poem that I would consider superfluous, but rather it all has purpose. Very important in lengthy poetry especially. Yes, I consider anything more than 20 lines to be a novel!
Mass enjoyed 
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This is very good poetry, I believe.
Not a false note or lazy line and the metaphors are tight.
Good going, Katelyn.
you ever called Kate? I love Kate
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thank you! and I do prefer Kate, but rarely get called it... lol
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What a powerful final stanza. I'm a big fan of this piece katelyn...HUGE FAN!
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well done!!!
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