Beware of the man, who walks in a false light
He who says he knows gods will
He has seen his own fate
In truth it is how one lives
If we lived in a perfect world
But I will leave that to your own ideals
Well it is not how one lives
If that end is death, on the pain of death
Then it is how one dies
How he breathes for that beginning
Now that blade has confronted him
Will that be his will alone
Or by the decree of others
Who knows
Who would argue
With the virtues
Or with the sins
All I we know is that death is different
The pain of death
The silence of death
Those silent tears in dying that final breath
The pain of letting go
When all around you
Struggle to lose hold
So I ask the question to you
Is it how one lives
Or is it how ones dies
With life and death
Comes the beginning
There goes the ending to
A contest entry
- Compelled by Nicole Hanna.
2000 points, ended September 21, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I believe...
in life eternal. This life is the life of pain. The eternal life perhaps not so much if with God, and to the greater extreme apart from God. God never promised anything to his children of this world. It is the next that the promises assure.
Good write poet.
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I have to say, because I'm religious in my own differing odd ways, that I never contemplate death, or wether it is better to live this life or die and find whatever is there afterward. Nope, I'm a firm believer that you should live life to the fullest, in whatever way that means to you, and accept the consequences of those choices. But that's neither here nor there. I appreciate the sentiment behind this poem and thank you for entering.
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Funny
Well you have never been face to face with death. so you are fortunate in regards to that belief alone
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the words you have penned
are truth and how one lives
the pain of letting go when
we live in it..food to ponder
should we live or die
awesome hun Hugs Angel♥
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