Dropping
life
In the end
of life there's a deep dark tunnel with a bright light at the end of it
or so
we heard,
Speculation
gives us that idea and we generally accept it,
Giving us a
safe guard,
Hopefully we
all will be choosen to travel that tunnel but will we all make it to that
light,
Tiny footsteps
upon wet black stairs some of us get help along,
Pushed by bony
fingers tripping on mold stems of roots growing beyond the
bordered tunnel.
The smokey
walls gleam with eyes seeking for your past soul,
deep secrets,
and lies untold.
With the tunnel
knowing what fear you possess.
It switches
to what you hate best,
The light still
shining brightly but these tests are trying,
You look back
with tears streaming in your eyes asking yourself why you had to
die,
You feel two
forces pulling and pushing your body making your task to finish
harder,
But your soul
craves the light so your feet start moving towards the light.
No reality
is spared this task even though you may be given the freedom of choice
to crawl back
into our earthly cold bodies.
Though most
of the time it's not given,
With technology
today makes the tunnel harder to climb
And some people
get lost thrown to another dimension or its their own refusal to
share their
journey,
So they quit,
thrown back in fury to they never go back within their bodies but are
lost souls
of the earth....
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