Clearing Out The Third Eye

A Poem by Ruth Nineke


Some days it feels like I am,
and we all are,
just waiting to die

Like there is no meaning
to anything we do and
nothing we ever do will be great

And everyday I think of my own death

Will I be scared?
Will I know?
What will I see when I leave this plane?
Is death the end?
Will it go black?
Can I comprehend now
the idea of non-existence?
Of no longer being
able to comprehend?

What comes next?

And some days,
the good days,
I am a determined life force
who will not be put down

I will not collapse,
and wallow
the unknown

I will not kneel
at a shrine of my past
and beg reprieve from
the torment of finality

Some days
I will do everything
and the most
and I will show myself
what it means to be alive.


@ruthnineke February 21, 2018


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