What is the end?
What is it like?
Can you come back?
Are you stuck forever,
Like in sinking sand?
Do you hear the cries,
Of loved once still alive?
Can you feel the tears?
Does it rain?
Or does the sun shine forever?
Are there always happy faces?
Angels with long blond hair.
Sky’s always blue?
Always something to do?
Are you never alone?
Or always?
Do you sleep or eat.
Does it make you beautiful?
Once you reach.
Reach the place of no return?
O everlasting peace
Can’t say I know the answers
Don’t know anyone that does
Still waiting for the person to come back
From the end of no return
The title should say plenty.
The poem you should understand
Questions of eagerness about
A hidden land
Waiting in anticipation
For the loved one to come back
Tell stories of the things they saw
When they entered in to the white land
Twittering thumbs and speaking in rhythms
What’s the end of time?
Will it come while I am a live?
Does it hurt to have to die?
Will the pain last forever?
Or fade away with weeks
Will it actually be what one imagines?
Or more of a torcher
Can you feel a touch?
Does anyone love?
Do people have trust?
Honesty and truth
Can’t say I am in a rush to get there
Can’t say I am not.
Just wasting and waiting
To find out for myself
Either by going or hearing from you.
