Your attempt at poetry
reminds me when I went to a tree
and spoke but it could not hear.
The bible brings it down
2000 years on the ground
and soon the Two Witnesses will be here.
I couldnot/wouldnot be forewarned
like a baby soon to be born
at the moment of its death in the midst of fear.
Your life but a Vapor
Your body but a dream.
The Essence of You
Will live on
In Bliss or
Eternal Screams.
.
Big Red Badger
Scratched the above
In a hotel in Japan
Many years ago.