Existential Crisis
A rondeau
What waits for me when I find sleep?
Will I frolic through fields of green,
dance and sing beneath golden rays
laughing as they warm my face?
Will it feel like eternity?
I’m promised a beautiful scene
still I’m filled with anxiety
and terror that I can’t escape
what waits for me?
Will free will still be part of me?
Will I partake fruit from a tree-
a repeat offender who’s fate
mirrors my predecessor Eve?
What waits for me?
I feel like there’s been quite a bit of death around me lately- maybe it’s because of COVID, maybe it’s just simply because I’m getting older, or maybe it’s a little of both. Whatever it is, it’s been really making me think long and hard about what happens when I sleep for the last time (I have always believed in Heaven and God) and all the questions I have surrounding the subject. So naturally, I decided to cope with my fear and anxiety the way I always do and write it down. Thanks for reading!
