Poem: The Wonderful Eternity

by Regis Boff

I do not improve by connecting myself.
I have clawed my way over that which I envied.
Until that battlefield finally revealed me,
to myself.
The issue with life is a simple one.
That alone is a prize, not a punishment.
Grasping to hold fast to emptiness,
will never stop the fall.
Smell the breeze of life’s wind
as it backs away from you.
Letting you drop into eternity.