Myth, Fairytale, and Reality (written in anger two weeks after my brothers violent death)

When the final curtain falls upon my eyes

while the Gods haggling sounds like barks

and winged creatures do battle high above

for whom will obtain my life’s spark

as I return to the great void

to wait and see whom will call

or if by chance I might return to the human race,

While few who walk upon the soil remember me

as darkness deepens in my brain

and deaths winter over takes paralyzing all my ends

then the screen of life runs in reverse

as I see all the turns I did take

up one road and down the next

was this a life of tug-a-war?

Those above who play their games

with creatures that they love and hate

while names are dragged back and forth on a slate

that not even Santa Claus can imitate

and tooth fairies take the coins

from travelers on the River Styx

while on the other shore minions wait to eat their lions

Here on earth I’ve lived in one big mess

wondering what is life and what is death

all that’s come of it is a jumbled mind

like the blind leading the blind

while hearing laughter echoing all around

almost like a rib splitting sound

and those in power sit there looking down

as if seeing a garden that has gone to ground

Yet the faithful say;

“There must be adoration!”

but of what, something I can’t hear or see

how can I praise something that plays games with me

how cruel can the Gods be that they give us rules

while we live in a world filled with strife

and struggle everyday to live a good life

Those I love drop like flies

again the faithful say; “God took them”

or did they go straight to hell

when really all there is, is deaths sleep

there is no Heaven or Fiery pit

only worms that eat and eat

but yet they say; have faith and take the leap

Does anyone really know?

I have not met one that has reported back

for me it’s all anxiety

can someone tell me, Please!

Is it Myth, Fairytale, or what I know as Reality?