stories

This poem was written by me in 10 minutes during a little event during Edge Esmeralda, 2025.

The first time I forgot
I was lying on my parent's bed
And I realized that I could lose the memory
Of what I did or thought or said

I silently watched the fan spin
around around around
Just me, an imperceptible blip
In the eternal cosmic sound

I thought of my parent's religion
How I believed in no heavens above
or hell below
And for the first time had empathy
Of all those stories long ago

They, the Faithful, would live -
Forever, it said
Forged in glorious elysian escape
From true existential dread

God didn't die on the cross
It was a man
To suffer is all there is to his infinite plan

It is unfair, but what are we to do?
Do we all end in the same place - saint, person, and sinner?
And with that thought crept a smile
And I skipped off to dinner

For life as nothing but a story
Is the fate of all men
For the kingdom, the power, the glory
Amen.