Found Poem #2
In a blink
Death comes disguised as sleep
Clouds fill up the sky
Because they mourn and want to cry
The unreal is more powerful than the real
Some say the real is so much more
What is real?
How can we be sure?
Is it only what we feel?
But at some point
We realize our journey must end
We must leave our families and our friends
No more pretend
We have got to get out of this place
And leave some space
For a new soul
We will recognize the moment.
The Light shines through a prism
separating into a rainbow of colors
vibrant, pure: yellow, red, green,
blue colors blending with others to produce a world of many hues
The Immortal Jukebox
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