Poem by R.M. Dolin
Death Is an Illusion
It’s so unfair to escape
the dealer of darkness
only to be back in his hold.
Death is an illusion,
a poem of perfect pretend.
Longing to live unafraid.
To step one last time beyond
the numbness that’s become
so normal,
so surreal.
Only I get to decide
if there exists
an edge somewhere
beyond infinity
separating my darkness from light.
From chapter 6 of the R.M. Dolin novel, “What Is to Be Done.” Sympatico is barely conscience enough to understand what’s going on, but she grasps that Jake and Dario are fighting for her freedom, only she can’t reconcile if they’re good or evil. The one thing she knows with certainty is that she would rather die than fall back into Miguel’s control.
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