Grab a Slice
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Grab a Slice

Poems

space, death, eternity.

zen, photo by kmarson

Endings

I lived my whole life
to get to this ledge,
this precipice
that I am ready to spring forth,
carry on,
leave all else behind me.
There is no sound here
no sights,
no smells.
It is nothing, the nowhere
The Big Empty.
Profound solitude
Silence that crushes,
compacts,
makes life small
The end of the world
greets all with
nothing
Making it possible to leave
Everything
behind.

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Krista Marson

Krista Marson

An avid traveler who has been grounded by the pandemic. Author of Memory Road Trip: https://books2read.com/u/47ND2E