Martina Moriarty

(15/04/1964 / Kerry)

All Aboard.


Where is it that you've got to be!
far!
Why now?
after all this time...
A golden ticket worthless to the living?
Priceless to the New-Born dead.

NEXT STOP.

Doors open-
people everywhere...and nowhere?
It's nice to meet you! !
Again..we travel on?
Destination unknown
To the countless on the route home.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
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  • Thomas A Robinson (9/10/2013 7:23:00 PM)

    Where is home? Death is a new beginning, something to be embraced.
    Shed this life and emerge free in an afterlife.
    Who knows maybe there is an afterlife beyond death's afterlife. (Report) Reply

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