There’s a place we go, after death.
modern fanatics fantasize of a heaven
and hell
while the ancient vikings thought death left you a king
and instead of wallowing in sorrow
They set their sights on the kingdom of Valhalla
whereas the average folk can hardly hope
that they won’t
fade away
Into nothing
Though still they preach (and teach) that those who have passed on have
Gone
to a better place.
While some will take a more straightforward approach
and state with such certainty that
we will press on
for the brief duration of the human lifespan, yet
no matter how much love we pour into the vase of life we are given
we shall never manage to exceed its glass rim.
and when we
‘Pass on’
there will be only nihility.
Only oblivion
No thoughts,
neither hide nor hair of consciousness
just desolate disquietude
For as long as perpetuity remains
and
How many of us will hold on to whimsical fantasies
Not out of faith
but out of the innate fear
That there is nothing.
How many of us continue to wish
with empty eyes
and pious minds
That there is
More
than tear filled thoughts and prayers and
Breathless soul
And blank solemn nothing,
And I will continue to hope
That my life after this one will
Be an approximation of reincarnation
I will begin anew,
If only I hope.