Onwards

I woke up one morning,

And found myself in a deep sleep.

I reached with my toes,

Searching for some semblance of reality.

I reached the edge of the bed,

And was sucked into a deep chasm.

I fell endlessly, my scream rang silently,

I landed into a fleshy carcass,

My eyes opened and it was a new day.

I stepped out of the house, 

And felt it disintegrate into ashes.

Detached with only the shirt on my back,

And worn out shoes, I stepped forth to find the world.

I traveled the narrow alley ways and the deep blue oceans,

I immersed myself in the throngs of the peoples of the vast world,

And damned myself to the solitude of my own being.

In the chaos of it all, I felt the silent whisper of inevitability,

It spoke empty promises of finding the self and of oneness.

I hung my head down and plodded on.

The darkness of the night and the nothingness of it all,

The bleak stars my solace and the deep shade my shelter,
I plodded on.

"What's wrong with death sir? What are we so mortally afraid of? Why can't we treat death with a certain amount of humanity and dignity, and decency, and God forbid, maybe even humor. Death is not the enemy gentlemen. If we're going to fight a disease, let's fight one of the most terrible diseases of all,
Indifference."

August 11, 2014-Williams