The echoes of illusions

​Death is illusory, but when we become recalcitrant to the echoes of history.

Death becomes real.

It takes a foothold.

Positing itself on a throne.

Marveling at what it has rendered.

Our demise – as we drown.

Blissfully.

Beneath the depths of a murky sea of ignorance.

Copyright © 2016 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved

2 Comments

  1. your blog is full of wisdom 🙂 glad to have discovered your work. I write poetry, you’re welcome to check out 🙂 Happy New Year !

    Liked by 1 person

    1. shunpwrites says:

      Mahitha, your kind words honor me and I thank you!

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