The Eternal
What comes to mind
When you hear that word:
Eternal
Is it life everlasting?
Or maybe more
Eternal
Is it our love?
And longing for each other
Eternal
When I think of this word
I think naive
Yet maybe it isn’t so
Eternal
Many of us are ignorant
To the fact that,
Our daily lives aren’t
Eternal
It is so much better
To get used to the fact
That our lives aren’t
Eternal
It would truly be
The most horrific of curses
Living forever
Eternal
A curse that, I
Would never want for
Even the most hated of foes
Eternal
However, maybe our memory
Is the door to this
This wonderful, but frightening
Eternal
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