Inevitable Truth

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The thought ignited and glared at me in the night...so I wrote it. Immortality is something so idealized, because we know our end will one day come--the torment is not knowing how or when we'll be ripped through that portal into our new home. What I do know is this: when a person ceases to exist, they become an idea to this world.

Submitted: June 20, 2009

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Inevitable Truth
The candles of thought are alight;
One by one,
I pass by.
The remnants slide onto the table,
Holding hands…
Such as this life, painted by death.
The body bag is one breath closer,
Yet, still we breathe.
Hope and instinct break this dark’s obsession,
But the twisting nether still remains.
Double helixes mutate into imperfection
Or mayhaps this is the perfection—
This cruel design meets its purpose,
And we dance to its existence
With ready feet and knowing smiles.
Just as we do not ask to be born,
We have no say when the last
Grain of sand finds its way to the
Bottom of time’s heart.
Do we still love on the other side of the glass,
Or is the love of life itself inverted?
Can the dead still find validation
In an eternal world?
This is the smoke that fades with
The trudging steps of each hour…
Cradling the flame’s death,
And I am no longer walking—
This is the echo of an idea six feet under.
 
 


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