Poem!

This is my first poem on here. I think it's a bit morbid, but we'll see... It's kind of based off of John Green's book, Looking for Alaska.

Last Words

“Any last words?”
Is a phrase often thrown around
Sometimes I wonder…

I wonder what death is like
Where do we all go?
Heaven?
Are we reborn?
Is there an afterlife?
Which one is right?

I don’t wonder this because
I’m a lonely, sad person
Severely depressed,
I wonder because
I’m legitimately curious
What happens…?
I often daydream

Last words seem to be
Our only insight

Said Victor Hugo,
“I see black light.”

Said Richard Feynman,
“I’d hate to die twice
it’s so boring.”

Said Emily Dickinson,
“I must go in,
the fog is rising.”

Said Thomas Edison,
“It’s very beautiful
over there.”


I know, it's a bit morbid/weird, but just wanted to put it out there (even if no one will read it)