What will be left
After the last drop of rain When the skies turn their lights off When I take my dying breath? What will be left Of me and of my world That I think is so grand And yet it's just another In a pile of billions. We are all sparks Who turn to ashes When the curtain goes down And what will be left When we blend with the earth And start our journey To become sparks again. I mean, if you believe in all that Me? I believe nothing will be left Of me and my world. Nothing. No heaven, nor hell. No return like a fish, or another human looking to fix what they broke. It is thoughts like these that make me wish I was not an atheist.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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