Last Darkness

All of us begin and end in the same place
It is funny to think, we come from darkness to which we return,
Not to dirt like it is said by many others.
I wonder thought what makes us fear this darkness,
Did something so horrific happen to us in the first darkness that
Now we are afraid?

There are of those us who live our lives in a box
In a little bubble of that same darkness
Me, among them, yet I left and sometimes return.
I do not like this bubble for it does not allow me to explore life.
It denies human emotion, the essence to human life

Maybe it this lack of exploring, for which we humans are famous,
That makes us fear that last darkness.

Dust to dust
Dirt to dirt
Darkness to Darkness