LOSS

Death has no boundaries.
It has no favourites.
You can’t escape the black hole.
You can’t elude the journey,
To wherever you may go.
Could be your Paradise?
Could be your Abyss?
Resurrection maybe?
Or just simply,
Nowhere.
Just the end of an existence.
The end of your cycle,
Here on this earth.
No belief systems established,
For that definitive hiatus.
But, you can be assured.
That even after expiration.
Even after the adieus.
Your soul will live on.
Your spirit will never expire.
Your DNA was gracefully invested,
Into the lives of others.
Your loved ones.
Your closest, dear kindred folk,
Will never resist your memory.
You will!
Live on.