‘Between two stages’

Some are haunted by death, 
others feel paralyzed by life.
We drift between two stages.
Facing facts is half the fight.

Many traumatized by truth.
There is no ‘great beyond’.
We have one flame to burn;
and then our spark is gone.

Primal fear holds its cards.
The unknown yields power. 
When does our time come?
It could arrive at any hour.

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About Bo Bandy

Just a creative soul trapped in a world of cookie-cutter pragmatism...
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