The Atheist
Born without faith or God or sin
A miracle of chance and yet
You think this dream you’re living in
Is but a fleeting silhouette?
A shadow called reality
Mere theater, a part you play
What matters your mortality
You never were here anyway!
You have no soul that can be lost?
There is no heaven to achieve?
Existence comes without a cost?
And when you die you simply leave?
But now I understand your mind
We’re living in a dream it seems
If to illusion we’re confined
Then let me ask you this … Whose dream?
For poetry contest Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
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