Religion

Religion.

By Danna Koontz

Trapped are we

Inside the lies that filter reality, some choose to recognize

The tart taste of death failing your mind

Failing your hopes and dreams

Only for you to miss the beauty of being gone

The very lead-up to it, 

being distraught instead, full of excitement

We do what we do best when found but still lost,

We wonder,

What will tomorrow bring

Maybe, is what we depend on

Instead of a definite answer

Instead of a fact,

We drownd ourselves without the knowledge of what is to come

Unable to find it and agree with it,

We mourn.

Trapped we are,

In our minds.

In the peace of believing the false lies that feed the hunger for our satisfaction

Now weakened,

Your left,

A numb pain now motions to you that you are alone,

Without the knowledge of what is to come,

We are now nothing but an animal in a cage

Doped up on the antibiotics that remain the false lie you chose to believe.

And death comes,

And death does what death does,

And you realize you were wrong,

But it's too late.

And you die in the cage, 

only to be replaced by those behind you