as I lay dying

eyes wide shut

voices, I hear voices

under the bridge

is death the end

present but temporal

through the looking glass

destined to be wandering

in a lost land

all that you’ve held sacred

falls down



chances missed, opportunities avoided

does the misery continue

is it all a mystery

peace, settlement, nothingness

melancholy morbidity

a moment of eternity

an eternity of moments

emerging from the rabbit hole

remember that death need not

be the end

or is it?

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich