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A look at life through the eyes of a dead friend
The Other Side
I have so much to ask of you.
Your perception intrigues me,
As I look through your sunken eyes
The mysteries you left me,
My mind cannot contain,
The thoughts of wonder;
My insecurities are revealed.
I topped the Himalayas and
Burned through the sand of the Mojave
Withstood the ice and fire,
But could not see heaven or hell.
I asked the question,
But only the wind could answer.
Explanations are abstract,
The intangible escapes me.
And yet there you lie,
In the wet and dark.
Cold and alone
Silent and still.
Do you continue on unknowing,
A circulation for eternity
Reliving your animation,
Nescient to your existence.
The spark that ignites the world
I once saw in your eyes
Has that dirt suffocated the flame?
Or is the need for oxygen an illusion.
Because with every beginning comes an end
And each breath brings finite life.
Compelled to move forward,
Blind and ignorant, we progress
But is this the sum of our disillusion,
A simple end to life?