Wednesday, August 10, 2022

A boxful of darkness


 As I was not fit

It made me fall in the deep, dark pit. 


At the bottom of a pit

Where sun has never lit,

Where darkness spread around

With darkness overhead


On every side, death casts forward his net

Volcanoes erupt and spit

Hot river of lava tries to hit 

wading through death, meeting it;

Seem as vague and hazy like a dream.


I try but give up my fight

Losing ability to talk and eye sight

As right hand clutches the left tight

Holdin' tight hurting all over doesn't feel right

It's my destiny

Stirring up the spark into fire inside me

Tugging the noose

 Trying to free my squeezed neck loose

Pain in a string tangled wreck 

Flinging arms call out

"If when I die I will live again, 

And some thinking, feeling,

 Remembering part of me will continue...



Despite the ancient and worldwide

Cultural and beliefs

They mystify and bring relief

Asserting an afterlife, immortality 

It feels like a formation of beliefs, wishful thinking,

If it was really true no matter what

And I can trust my gut

The door is slammed shut"



But as if it's an endless dream 

Shadow so deep;

Destruction and death of life can't be

When I found myself at sea

It was Mum and me


This perspective has given me

 A little extra motivation to stay alive!



In our vulnerability, 

Looking Death in the eye 

Don't make me breathe a sigh

Being grateful for every day 

The brief but magnificent opportunity

Now what I say is

Ruled by supernatural is

Not a dream or spiritual fantasy

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