To Someone Who Is Lost

I wondered all along, what it was like to be dead?

I fashioned every question, but no answer made sense.

I forgot I was alive while searching for the end.

I became a corpse, which was yet not dead.

At the brink of death, I had no knowledge of the end.

I remained oblivious to all of it before becoming the dust.

An epiphany struck me inside before I was part of the crust.

Those moment were dark, there were no memories to shed my tears upon.

I had neither a home to say goodbye to nor a truth waiting beyond.

But such was the fate of those who wandered in the dark.

They could neither see in the dark nor knew what light ever was.