Covers

Under the cover

Of daytime

You never would guess

That under the covers

Of my bed

I can’t stop thinking

Is this The Bad Place?

Late Night Thoughts

Recently I keep having thoughts about the nature of death and what happens after you die. For a long time I completely fine with the concept of death, while others were having their conflicts I sat quietly by. Now however it is something I am uncomfortable with.

I have always said I like the idea of there not being life after death and I stand by that – how annoying would it be after going through the pain of dying to have to do something else! These thoughts were okay because I deep down thought that there is no life after death. But now the previously stable idea of a lack of an afterlife is being questioned by my mind. What if I do have to do something after I die. 

It seems like every piece of media I consume explores the idea of life after death, for example, America Horror Story: Apocalypse and The Good Place. Apparently, there is no escape from my thoughts. 

Forever a Blur.

Inside my blurred confusion is a girl too young to die.

 

She was a constant stranger,

A familiar shadow,

A book I recognised yet never read.

 

Later she was a cigarette butt.

I was pulled in to an underworld

Where the gravity was consumed by flames.

 

Later still we were each other’s soundboards,

Soundboards or chalkboards,

With just two days of use.

 

I knew you, yet I didn’t.