It is unacceptable
Death
Entering the void
Losing touch of the world
Losing the people we love
Losing yourself
Losing everything
We articulate art to make us immortal
Poetry has become a conduit for the eternal
We write poetry to escape life and death
It is our desire to be infinite
We must create transcendence
I exist, I matter
Death sometimes is unacceptable
As I cannot fathom the emptiness
The darkness within and without
"All men must die"
But do we really die?
We go somewhere else - a singularity
Of Heaven and purity
Of angels
Of God
To transform pain to happiness
It is our search to nirvana
and in Death we achieve our immortality
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
It is unacceptable
Death
Entering the void
Losing touch of the world
Losing the people we love
Losing yourself
Losing everything
We articulate art to make us immortal
Poetry has become a conduit for the eternal
We write poetry to escape life and death
It is our desire to be infinite
We must create transcendence
I exist, I matter
Death sometimes is unacceptable
As I cannot fathom the emptiness
The darkness within and without
"All men must die"
But do we really die?
We go somewhere else - a singularity
Of Heaven and purity
Of angels
Of God
To transform pain to happiness
It is our search to nirvana
and in Death we achieve our immortality
