The Afterlife
Watching, waiting,
The sun rising.
Breathing, falling,
The sun crying.
Upon the horizon,
I know it is here.
The day when I must choose.
That wonderful, horrible day,
Smiling with dread upon me.
I cannot, will not,
Let this define me.
I am more.
More than my mistakes,
I am more than my past.
As I look into the face of the Great,
I awaken from a century long slumber.
The first breath after drowning
Is inhaled into my lungs.
Melting into the beyond,
Becoming something more.
As I look upon the horizon,
The sun smiling.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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