Death/destruction/deviant nature

Unspoken questions
resentment bubbled
inside
and turned
the insides into
a
frothy
smulch.

The
finitude
of knowledge
thoughts
scares me,
as I am surrounded
littered
with
the detritus
of human
thinking

An unuttered
word
a thought
not recorded.
how wasteful
the nature
could be
as to be
scattering
such
invaluable
gems

Others fill
their
worlds
with mansions
clothes
gems
I filled
mine
with words
and more words
information
crammed
to the rafters
only
now when it is all
to go waste
that
I realize
how greedy
have I been!!

There is
no time
neither
opportunity
nor
possibility
of
regurgitating
all that
one has learnt
in a lifetime

what a shame
what  a waste!!
I wish
I could lick
my plate
clean
and depart
with
a clean
fresh
slate/soul/mind.

Scriptures
tomes
recipes
quotations
algebra
trigonometry
shakespeare
going
up
in flames
in a
whiff
of wispy/curly/relentless/inevitable
smoke

Every
death
is
such
an
awful
squandering.

It is almost
akin to
burning
down of
whole
libraries.
a crime
of epic
proportions/
unthinkable