Deep in the shadows, where grief dwells,
A story of a soul that conceals emerges.
Within a tired and weary heart,
The narrative of a soul so bleak.
The words murmured in the darkness, "I quite,"
A choice has been taken, and the end is in sight.
Goodbye, dreams, and hello, hope.
A frail soul learns to cope.
A emptiness takes hold in the echoes of quiet.
As promises fall apart and love grows chilly.
The once-sweet symphony of laughing now fades away in a mournful beat.
The stars shed tears while the moon watches, seeing a spirit that has unravelled.
Sunsets cry, painting grey sky, capturing the essence of heartbreak.
Oh, the agony that remains with each breath.
A need for consolation, for both life and death.
When a tired soul surrenders its will, the world continues to revolve, yet all is still.
But, despite the tragedy, there is a ray of hope.
A whisper of power, a flash that lasts.
Because beneath the gloom, seeds of resilience sprout, blossoming courage that will someday show.
So let the tears fall and the heart mourn.
A soul can be retrieved by letting go.
The lessons learnt, the healing scars
A spiritual rebirth, a chance to feel.
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Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis4 days ago in Humans
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