Where are you?
Still uncertain if you really excist
Can't resist
Thinking you don't
Spiritual leaders push
Life after death
An endless love of the mind
How do they know?
I ponder a doubting Thomas
Were they there?
Did they experience pain
From a dark wooded endless road to no-where
Do they cry dried tears?
Witnessing
The morning of a blue sky
For no reason
Just the beauty of it
I still struggle among the dead
Though I breathe
Silently
Waiting
For another
Judgement
Into the unknown
Visible
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