Fears By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Sipping on a drink,
The last waves of sweet tea nearing the brink
Of your glass, you stop and peek
To see an insect, barely floating.
When the world takes of their masks,
The sight will drive you mad,
Because every single person,
Looks just like your reflection.
If after death there's nothing left,
Everyone's at peace with their beliefs,
But if there's a God after all,
What happens to the ones that were wrong?
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