Saw others posting poems, thought I'd upload my attempt! Sorry! Ha ha
AFTERLIFE
I tell others of my future
Ambitions
Plans
Career
Family
Paint the smile upon my face
Life after illness
(that's what they call us nowadays you and I, illness)
My afterlife
Because this isn't my life
apparently.
This is something to endure, a test before I reach the divine heavens of reality
In the church across the street a priest tells others of their future
Death
Parting
Hope
Heaven
Reunion with lost family, friends
Life after death
(that's what happens to us you know, death)
The afterlife
Because this isn't it
apparently.
This is something to endure, a test before I reach the divine heavens of fantasy
ButintheendbothgetmuddledreallydonttheybecausecopingmechanismsareessentiallythefunctionsofreligioncontroversialIknow,self,butsadlytrue.
I make sacrifices. I follow the rules of those in my head. I speak to it. I ritualise my actions. My illness is my religion.
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