December 3rd, 2017


A blank wall

When I think of Death, I face a blank wall.
I realize that I do not know Death at all.
Will I just stop? Will I cease to be?
Or is there, just further, what I cannot see?
Will I be born again?
As a human, or a worm?
Would I move in someone's bloodstream...
A single-celled germ?
Would my spirit float free?
Would my sins be wiped out?
Would I live on, just not me,
Only when I got talked about?
Would I really exist, apart from this shell?
Would I ascend to Heaven, or just go to hell?
For the answers to these...
Upon whom can I call?
I can ask as much as I please...
No one knows Death, at all!