Clearing Out The Third Eye

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 lie down and wallow the unknown

I will not kneel at a shrine of my past failures 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.

 

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@ruthnineke February 21, 2018

POEMS

Clearing Out The Third Eye

Spellbound

Until Tomorrow

Win For Losing

Something Extra

The Man Who Looks Like You

Honey Darling

The Due

Get Lost

Kitten Does Not Know Best

This Man

Summer’s Fall

Michael J. Fox

I Can Go Out Further

You’re Welcome

Satisfaction’s In The Reaction

Cloudy Blue Skies

Dyin’ Nice Us

Every Artist Has A Vice

Candy Striper

Entrails & Innards

Breaking Beauty

The Sex Poem

Heavy Hearted & Light Headed

Pink and Dissolving

Possibility Is A Girl’s Name

The Cold Winter

EXQUISITE OF HIS CHOOSING

Johnny, Come Quickly