An attempt at free verse.
The light at the end of the tunnel,
Unrequited hope and unending faith -
All artifacts of our weak minds,
Desperate cries of pitiful hearts.
We crave endings, seek meanings,
For we don’t want, we can’t bear,
The dark reality, the sad tragedy,
Of living without consequence,
Of dying without resurgence.
Hell and heaven were never the artifacts of religion,
They’ve been our inability to reconcile nothingness.