Candle sticks glowing in the dark
fiery flames flickering in the dark
the cold sweeping thru the room
a reminder
a harsh reminder that
you are gone.
the drapings sway in the wind
the air smells of a message
from the messengers of death
bidding us farewell.
you now belong
you belong to the yonder world
and we tender earthlings
must understand
that it is a journey
The way that all Men must travel
Fare thee well...young sojourner.
Fare Thee Well.
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Sojourner
PoetryWe won't journey on forever. Someday, our dreams will cease to exist. But I believe that fantasy turns to reality- when we learn to submit- at our breaking point. We need to wake up. We can't live in fantasy