Death

Black
Darkness
Total serenity
Quiet
Nothing
Intolerable silence
Soul leaves body
No mind
No thoughts
Stillness
Lost
Death

Is This Our Last Tomorrow

Is this our last tomorrow?
Will I ever see the rain again?
Falling from the sky like God is crying for me.

Will I ever smell the flowers in the garden again?
The way they look when the sun hits them just right.
Making them look like gold.

Will I ever feel the fur of a dog again?
Matted, moppy, and marvelous.

Will I ever see you again?
Wonderfully handsome in your t-shirt.
As beautiful as a sunset.

Is this our last today?
Is this our last tomorrow?