NOWHERE TO BE FOUND
"Where's my corpse?" I asked the soul guardian where I was destined to die.
Even as everybody looked at my pace, they threw exaggerated glances desperately.
My body is nowhere to be found.
The soul guardians took my soul into a lake of ingenuity.
I drowned; the oxygen spread out from my body.
They never knew that even a hopeless soul feels pain and hunger for justice.
I once wished to die, but after what I saw today, I don't want to die anymore.
Even a smile fades away, leaving traces of memories you've wasted completely.
The light of heaven became the darkness of hell.
My soul has nothing to do with these terrible guardians.
Sinners stay sinners, saints stay saints—
This is the most promising judgment of all time.
Pouring bloody tears, my eyes don't want to see the torture of dilemma.
Only the greatest poets can write what is hidden behind my back.
I missed a piece that could save me from this envious punishment of inequality.
"Eternal Death! Eternal Death!" citizens yelled in full harmony.
Slowly, I will die for the second time.
Life isn't about how you live—it's about death.
I never knew that heaven could be like this.
The stories about heaven aren't accurate—they were a hoax all along.
Heaven together with hell—
The guardians scatter my soul out of their world,
Far away from sinners and saints.
My body is nowhere to be found anymore.
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death without dreams (Republished)
PoesieIn the dance of light and shadow, I travel through the bittersweet valley of lost dreams, where joy and sorrow share space. "Death Without Dreams" delves into these complexities, revealing resentments, nostalgia, and short-lived moments of hope that...
