I entered a dark tunnel and heard the sparrows, welcoming me to their gardens. It was for the first time that their singing turned into words. I walked around, my legs we're not feeling heavy like they did before. Actually the first time I let "I" loose in the situation presented. How could it be that my soul ended here. seeing myself between the sheets, while being here un-fulfilled? When I start to think the fog draws newer landscapes to my liking's. My old will is trying hard to do whatever pleases me. I hear a whispering voice that it will not end not now in my full potential. I see a golden apple in front of me. and a snake eats a hole through it's surface. his skin starts to shed with a gloomy light. His face turns into a sun, telling me to find a gate. Then I will need you to be the key snake! So hear my plea, and open the door for me. The snake crawled out and said: follow me! I hurled behind him crawling through bushes slithering through. My skin was no longer pale, it was light green and gloomy. But I stepped through the gates and reached the end. the end of my mortal life.
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
Mythologies reach other ends after a downfall and many nowadays religions have similar endings of a mortal life. But what is next, why can't this be a suitable way for an afterlife. will there be an afterlife, really is a room that is dark not just a room to sleep in?
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