Terminal

we are all terminal

waiting for a final diagnosis,

transients living transitory lives,

making temporary arrangements

in a temporary world,

deciding on choices and decisions

which fade like the early morning mist;

the choice is not ours;

this is not the life

I wanted it to be,

not the man

I thought I would be,

not the person I pretend to be,

some unknown creature

lost and far away,

surrounded by unseen

chains and bars;

the past

forever gone;

the pain grows deeper,

the suffering more intense,

the nighttime darkness closes in,

the silence quietly returns,

doors close without mercy,

we reap what we sow;

searching for a Way,

trusting in the Truth,

waiting for the Light;

today a new day dawned,

the evil dying or dead,

You have restored all that was lost,

pulling me from this

prison of self-absorption;

the misery

forever gone.

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