The last of your family is <br />Gone. You are now alone to contemplate <br />Motionless sands or sere waves <br />In deep purple, crying oceans <br />To turn the tide of what could <br />Have been. <br />No family. No friends. <br />Just the bellyache of a vast hunger <br />For richness of thought, <br />For a dream of clear vision. <br /> <br />The rocks are one color alone. <br />You are one color alone as well. <br />Might as well join them. <br />There is no heaven or hell.<br /><br />Stan Petrovich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-death-is-survival/
