THE UNSEEN

What lies on the other side Of life What awaits us when we cease To be A heaven, exquisite Or a hell like the one

The Unseen

What lies on the other side
Of life
What awaits us when we cease
To be
A heaven, exquisite
Or a hell like the one

We create within us When alive

Will we open our eyes
In a dream obscure
Or shall we become a part
Of our own nightmares
Perchance it shall merely be

Just a place unseen, unvisited
Unmarked…
Yet on the map of life.

Catch more of Maryam Viqar with her previous poems:

call me home  man who can't be named  

And catch her on Instagram at Myrapoems

Maryam H. Viqar
A seeker, dreamer, scribbler, reader, writing poetry about grief, loss, rain, autumn, nocturnal silence, hope and sometimes love...and yes 'the sight of the stars makes me dream' too....

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