Poem by R.M. Dolin, 2015
Death is an Illusion
It’s so hard having escaped
the dealer of darkness
only to be back in his hold.
Death is an illusion,
a poem of perfect pretend.
The longing to be unafraid.
To step one last time
beyond the numbness
that’s become normal.
But even that requires
believing there exists a line
somewhere past infinity
separating darkness
from light.
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