Ripped Pages of Poetry

Strophic poem

(This poem is a actually a dialog)

But do you even care.
To ask me as you dare.
It might not be under you hair.
But I'm sure you'll be my heir.

I'm afraid to ask
So afraid to loose
So what should I choose
The truth or the mask?

Hmm. It's the task.
Makes the world.
Bitter and cold.
The answer will be last.

I hope there is a way
Both can be combined
So we can run away
And leave it all behind

Maybe there's none.
When. Your home.
You'll be alone.
And everything is on your own.

I do believe.
Someone can hear.
And I am not just there
to disapear

But when will they hear?
When the sounds are gone?
When the shouting stops?
When everything is gone from you?
When?

Moments like these
Last just a second.
But in our hearts.
We keep to hear them.
Forever.

Forever.
Like there's forever.
It's not real.
Our heart pumps blood.
Not like the mind.
That functions with thousands of wires connected.

We will die.
The heartbeat stops.
Into the silence.
But Nothingness doesn't exist
And after one life comes another
Pity we won't live anymore to see it

Reincarnation..maybe.. who knows..
Maybe our lives have been repeating over and over again.
But who knows.
What will happen to us after death

You think
We are trapped in?
Inside a circle, wheel...
that never stops running
Or is it all just a dream?

The wheel of Fortune...
The wheel of destiny.
What comes up.
Must go down

What comes down.
As logic said
Must go up.
Or drown.
Inside your head.

Inside our head.
Is empty.
It's made of dust.
But also made of lies.

Lies are just wishes
ready to come true
if we fill the emptyness
with ideas....or stitches.

And the rest got lost in silence.

~ ~ ~

Two souls were arguing one night.
None of them was wrong, none right.
Now one of them is telling you the story.
So tell me reader...
Is better to be safe or sorry?