I imagine death
So much
It feels like a memory
Am I alive or dead
Here or there
In hell or purgatory
I sit alone
The line blurred
Between void
And existence
What is a legacy
Why do we live:
To work
Love
Hurt
And turn to bone
Only to be forgetten
A word on the chalkboard
Not taken down?
That is our legacy
Who lives?
Who dies?
Who tells our story?
We will never get to see
Just sand on a floor
Graphite on a page
Blown away
By time
Into the desert
Of the past
Is anything real
Do we truly matter
If we are not either
Anymore
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The Peaceful End
PoesiaA deep, dark journey into my mind You shall find wonder and depth And hopefully be moved This is my heart Laid bare Critisism and advice are welcome and appreciated
