'' An Eternal Release '' Poem by Bri Mar

When I meet death,
What will I become?
At that final breath,
Will I be struck dumb?

A wondrous trip,
To a twilight dream,
On a heavenly ship,
My soul I'll redeem.

Seeing family and friends,
From a time long ago,
Learning new trends,
New seeds I will sow.

What shape will I take?
Will I be all seeing,
Asleep or awake,
No more disagreeing.

Where no one fights,
No concept of race,
Where everyone has rights,
All colours embrace?

Will I have a home?
A family to treasure,
A toothbrush and comb,
Where simplicity brings pleasure.

Animals and plants,
Living side by side,
The fish and the ants,
Will have no need to hide.

No hurt or crying,
The end of all pain,
No more dying,
A wonderful domain.

The concept of riches,
Will be happiness and peace,
A life without hitches,


‘' An Eternal Release ‘'