A Misinterpretation of Eternity

Poem by: Jackson Hill

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In my eyes, I have always wondered. What if the only reason we see death itself as this bleak black reaper of pain and sadness, is because we fear dying itself. What if in the reality it's our loved ones greeting us from beyond.

A Misintrepation of Eternity:

Walking through the forest,

On a haunting evening,

It had come to me,

The spirit of which all life is caged.

Running, running, jumping through.

Hiding from this end of line.

I feel the Fates had finally done it.

they snipped the twine of my life.

Black, black, it's all black,

Lurking, slowly, growing closer,

Moving freely, into our new night.

Quickly now. it finds me, and takes me by my trembling hands.

And what once was darkness,

Is replaced by light.

I can see it clearly now,

And can gladly accept it.

Because this figure of Death,

It is truly life.

Now lasting forever more,

With my happiness,

With my wife.

~Jackson Hill~

Submitted: December 17, 2015

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Jeff Bezaire

A sweet ending to an ominous tale. In the end, it's a matter of perspective and what he have come to value most in life. Death can be worth its experience to be reunited with the one you love.