A State of Non-Being

One describes sleep ineffably

Before they succumb to the state of blankness,

The mind is abuzz with concerns of the living

Instances of life are replayed and regretted

Guilt inundates the mind

Till we nevertheless fall helplessly into our nihilistic refuge

Soon enough dreams fill the canvas of our minds,

Where are we?

Is this any different than the reality set before us?

Meaningless dreams are forgotten

While significant ones forge on through the empty planes of sleep

And persist after we wake and find ourselves breathing life

Wakefully, we recover from the pacifying darkness of our netherworld

We re-begin our mundane lives where we seek out knowledge

To provide ourselves meaning within the world from which we

Might not wake back up again

We must struggle valiantly to scope out artistic wonders and grandeur structures

All in attempt to forestall the inevitability of the perpetual sleep

Where we no longer are conscious of our wakeful selves

Before I fall asleep permanently,

I cling to the illusions of love which may soon be forgotten

In the abysmal darkness of a church

I pray earnestly to a God who is not there

To assuage the terror of my conscious soul

For the oblivion is upon me and

I refuse to slumber peacefully and lifelessly

Under the pretense of “living life to the fullest”

Upon the ornate cross above me

Jesus appears sorrowful as he frightfully screams to God

Before submitting to death:

“Why hast thou forsaken me?”

This same question fills my panicked brain

As the beat of my heart accelerates then fitfully slows

Till my death is brought to fruition

Unless there truly is a God

Hidden within the complex fabric

Of the accidentally-placed universe

Then cause, effect, and sleep

Are Rendered Untrue

Once the miracle of life

Becomes crucified by inexplicable death