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