after this life, where do we go?
to the fluffy clouds we call heaven
or to the fiery pits known as hell
do we meander in between?
are our spirts lost?
are they waiting for something?
do we see our loved ones?
or are we forever alone?
is there a time ticking, counting down the seconds till we return?
do we want to return to the living world?
or do we wish to be tangled between?
is the afterlife somewhere we escape to?
or somewhere we want to escape from?
alas, there are no answers to this questions
all we can do is wait and hope
hope that our time was everything we wish it to be
and wait for death to swoop down
as the great poet once said "hope is a thing with feathers"
all we can do is let that little bird guide us
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Bits and Pieces
PuisiA random collection of my poetry relating to historical events, current events, and generally the way my life is going.
