Nothing Is Eternal

Previously published on Rainbug Poetry.

Sometimes I stayed awake and thought of death.

Of heaven and hell.

Of what lays beyond it all.

They say sinners would eternally suffer in hell.

They say saints would be eternally happy in heaven.

But what is suffering and happiness in the face of such a thing as eternal?

For the first time, sure,

the impact would be greater than you can ever expect.

Heaven and hell.

For the first hundred years,

or the first thousand years and the next.

Feelings may stay.

But how long would it last?

As time continued on its neverending path,

until it seemed that we have gone beyond the time itself,

whatever is it would be left?

Emptiness?

Numbness?

Madness?

Or all it all combined?

Humans are happy because they can have some things, and cannot have some things.

They can experience something for a mere silver of time.

They bathed in it all, because everything is temporary.

Humans are sad, because they can have some things, and cannot have some things.

They can experience something for a mere silver of time.

They drowned in it all, because everything is temporary.

But when everything lasts for eternity, could we even value them the same?

But when you can have everything,

but when you can only have nothing,

would anything hold meaning at all?

Humans live for tens to a hundred years.

They say forever while in fact, picturing a few measly years.

They think too little of forever.

They couldn’t comprehend the thing they would never even come close to.

Because nothing is eternal,

but nothing.

ABOUT

MG is an author, freelance book cover designer, content creator, and student who loves cats and magical stories. Her poems have been published in more than 40 literary magazines and she is currently working to get her novels out there too! To know more about her, find her on Instagram: @melifluousgelatoo.writes