Unbridgeable Chasm
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Death is an unbridgeable chasm,
that's my opinion, not sarcasm.
Many mystics tried to explore
whatever lies beyond Death's door.
Religions preach Death's not the end;
as eternal souls; we ascend.
Yet, till I breathe my final breath,
living is juxtaposed with Death.
And I will likely never know
the full measure of its shadow.
For when I no longer exist;
my id shall dissipate like mist.
Once I'm dead, there's no coming back;
I'll see nothing, not even black.
Unless, of course, I am a soul;
then, I pray God will take control.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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