I’ve read_
Exhausted shelves of books
Yet thirst remains
Beyond religion
I’ve dug into the earth’s ground
Until my hands
Could no longer hold the hoe
Every mantra
All philosophy
Dreams
Theories
None has never given me
An answer
That settles restless mind
What happens
When we die?
Yes ,
Answers exist
Reincarcination
Heaven
Hell
Some believe
The dead roam among us
Others insist
Death is simply death
A final silence
Nothing beyond
All answers
As certain as the last
Yet none,
Fail to appease my curiosity
Only truthful witness
Is time
When I am no longer here,
When my own eyes
Cross that unseen threshold,
At last
My question
Will be answered
What happens…
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