Belief Is Gone
Belief is gone
Bereft I linger long after death
No one knows I am gone
Least of all me
What has happened?
Or am I premature?
Is this an epiphany
Or a funeral?
Am I truly gone
Or is this one of those
night terror things?
I walk around like a lost wayfarer,
yet, not walking with feet
but rather flying
from place to place,
satisfied in no way.
I peek at the survivors
Who have no idea
And do I even?
Not really
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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