Wonder
Living.
Such a simple word.
To define it?
Impossible.
To live.
Same meaning.
Not exactly.
Much harder.
Dying.
Such a dramatic word.
When you think of it you think of pain and suffering.
Many images flash through your mind.
Most are terrifying.
Others are depressing.
Few are peaceful.
I find the word dying as a peaceful thought.
When you die, you are gone from this horrifying backstabbing world forever.
Or so it would seem.
There are many questions here.
Do I become a phantom?
Do I disappear completely?
Does my soul really get saved?
Will I go to heaven?
Is there a such a place called so?
If so.
Will I become an angel?
If not.
Will I go to hell?
Is there a such a place called so?
If so.
Will I meet the devil?
Or become a demon?
If not.
Will I turn to dust and be forgotten?
Will I cease to exist in every or any way possible?
So many questions.
So many answers.
Are any of them correct you ask?
Who knows.
So I repeat.
Dying.
Such a dramatic word.
Copyright © Madi Shafer | Year Posted 2011
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