An escape from Hell.

I’m looking. For reasons. Not to be frightened. About the future. Of the world. Of my future, too. I’m worried. Not necessarily to the point of panic. But I wake up. With bleak thoughts. Imagining that everything is going to Hell.  I try to console myself. By proclaiming. It really doesn’t matter. Because I’ll be dead and gone. No longer living. I won’t even be aware of it. When the world comes to an end. I’ll be the first. To part company. With the reality I’ve constructed for 83 years, and counting. Maybe just as well.  Rather than occupy myself. With frightening thoughts. Better. A return to nothingness. An easy escape. From my plight. And my fright. But maybe there’s an afterlife. In a non-physical spiritual dimension. An ideal way to get on with life. Away from the turmoil in Hell. --Jim Broede