Breaking through the barrier of life, sidestepping it's
meager existence, hoping to find meaning in other realms,
leaving behind family and friends, seeking new alterna-
tives, trying to begin again.
Visually seeing nothing worth living for, turning inside,
finding no reasons to continue, splitting apart with sad-
ness, falling into an abyss of sorrow.
Soul laden with unbearable misspent hopes and dreams,
figuratively falling into the dimness of candles burning
laboriously to their ends.
There is no life on earth, no meaning, until our death
has set us free to look back upon what we had, whispering
so quietly, we see that which is no more and now no longer
matters to us.
Carefully we wend our ways, trying not to stray and make
the same mistakes within our death, seeing before us, God
in all His glory, thanking Him for our life, now that it
has ended.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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