enfeebled in a languid gaze.
The failing sting of numbing agony,
suspended in a moment of conclusion.
Faint feelings forlorn, forsaken
fade in a soft, silent, slipping soul.
Your misty, damp, eye vapour,
for a musty, dark eventuality.
Oh!
Do you see the tunnel?
Do you see the light?
Do you see your carcass?
Do you see His face?
Look!
Six feet,
Drawing near,
Drawing fear,
Flashes of panic!
Schizophrenic synapse!
Oh! Doubt, Thomas ,Doubt!
For judgment beckons!
Ashes, dust, mortal aftermath.
Is this Zion or the nether?
No,
it is naught.
Yes,
it is naught.
Inspired by the departing of loved ones
