The sun rises over the barren sand
Is this it? The holy Promised Land?
No sign of life, except for the seas
Free to live and die as you please

Your body moves forward into the unknown
Every step you take, you’re walking alone
Your fear has ceased and now you’re brave
Keep moving forward and walk to the grave

The sun starts to set, the sky fades to black
You’ve come this far, there’s no turning back
Yesterday and tomorrow are not to exist
Today is the last day to live on your list

Embrace the end and all its glory
Write the final words of your story
Close the book and add it to the shelf
A wasted life is found in one’s true self.

A poem. | by Jason S. Sullivan, 07-31-19