Life's Questions
To sleep and then perchance to dream,
the morbid truth's what lies beneath.
The question that remains is this...
what waits beyond-be it torture or bliss?
When faced with life, another query looms...
be those you love true friends or foes?
This answer shall remain unseen,
whilst you survive stuck in-between.
The truth of both will be revealed,
only after the day your heart goes still.
Copyright © Denee Swearingin | Year Posted 2012
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