In Summation

 

Doing the invariable retrospective
on my waning lifespan
I comb through memories
seeking clarity

and soothing perspective
on the eternal questions

"Was it all worth it?"

Did my existence have any meaning?

Did my trek leave behind an impression?

Will my accomplishments

offset my mistakes

when I get graded for admission

(hopefully on a curve)

to that place called Heaven

I never really believed in

God I am so tired of this

unrelenting emptiness

"Fuck It" was my conclusion

As it so often is

Or was

I closed my heavy eyes

Rolled over
and commenced to die

Quietly

Alone

Just like always