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.
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.