When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be


Looking at the past reflected down

Rarely are they shining stars I see

I ponder my existence with a frown

And wonder if my life was meant to be


Why should anything exist at all?

But that is not currently my concern.

Should I fear my inevitable fall

Or forget, and live until it is my turn?


I hope it is nice on the other side

So I may go to rest content

Unless there’s nothing after having died.

It is not death but life I will resent.


As for the events after my death

I will not care when I’ve no breath.


Ivy Miller


This is a sonnet I wrote in my first year of university as an assignment. The title is from another poem, and we were to write our own poems with the same title as a starting point. I can’t say it’s good, but I once thought it was so at the very least it now serves as evidence of my growth. I hope you liked it at least.