Barge of the Dead

Barge of the Dead
Your fate closing in
Impetuous flight, impending doom
Gripped with dread your mind wanders off
Discovering what's beyond the tomb
The silence is stentorious

Awaken from a dream
That seems so real that it leaves wounds
Shake them off for that perfect life
Which moves outside your mental womb
Foreboding winds of torment will despoil

Weak belief, in the afterlife
Has led this soul, to a wretched reprise

This barge of life, is no more real
Your lost in purgatory, alight upon the…..

…..Specious retreat
From the verity of your demise
The guiding light is what you seek
Prepare for solitude, enervation from life