We choose not when to exist
yet upon death we must embrace
Heaven or Hell as though it were so easy.
A good shepherd will recognize wolves.Are we are all demiurges
for building our own tiny selves
in our own little world without influence
of demons, gods, or men?When Death walks us away from the living
seeing what we have wrought
will it smile, if slightly,
as we sail through the cosmos?Is it so selfish to be our own way?
Actualize ourselves into purgatory
where Saints and Demons shake their heads
for the souls they failed to steal.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoesíaPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...