Darkness

Darkness

A Poem by chandlerl

That which is the essence of void,
Where no concious lives or lies dormant,
But simply dies as never having existed before.
Not once even to ponder, like you or I might,
About what that emptiness is like.
Not an empty stomach, which may
Be satisfied by crumbs.
We are concious.
We know we are here and alive,
Maybe not why, but that we are.
We may learn and grow.
So how could we, even by request,
Concieve, that we will not always be?
That the end is simply the end?

© 2014 chandlerl



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Added on September 29, 2014
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chandlerl
chandlerl

antioch, CA



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