After Life Poem by Michelle Tolly

After Life



We die, we cry,
where do we go,
nobody knows.

Centurys, milleniums,
one question asked,
its hidden behind a mask.

Don't be sorry,
for something that you can't control,
for nothing is alive in my soul.

I stand in front of a moving truck,
I just can't decide to move,
or be a sitting duck.

In days that are blind,
theres nothing left to find.
Full of innocent pleasure.

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