Death

What's in the word that beckons a feeling
of
    upcoming
                      finality
                                to
                             ­        it?

The inevitable demise colossal to our being.
Death shall gather us in a cesspool
of
nothingness

And yes, we are nothing.
Mere mortal creatures
walking in a land of a ticking *time bomb

Our lives have been fashioned with human *trivialities

I
cannot
fathom
what is
unworthy

To give what is just to the D I V I N E

I am afraid, very much afraid.

I can only picture heaven as a paradise in the most surreal
                             thoughts
hopefully better than the Garden of Eden.

What a wishful thinking that it becomes a reality
of happiness and comfort
paving the pursuit towards
the dreams we have yet to fulfill

I want to believe in things bigger
than the grasp of the senses
For I know that I am a mere intelligent being
But
a passionate soul.

I want to think of all the people I have hold close to my heart
That one day...
We'll see each other again...
smiling and ever so joyful

here lies the x that marks the spot
bodies that have walked the face of the Earth
were left with smiles and shall never rot