Perhaps, Death Is Like That....

perhaps
when one is conscious of
an impending death,

time becomes a
line thinning into
lips sealing
itself

one falls out of
words

settles upon a chasm
of silence

trying to forget
what good is there that remains
in life

imagining what is next
a door that opens
to someone waiting bringing light
upon his hands

signaling you to follow
and never look back

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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