Not Permanent

As I had forced myself from my bed,
My eyes glazed over with tears
That had previously flown rapidly.
I wanted to sleep forever,
Although the slumber refused to engulf me.

Wearily, I pulled myself forward,
I noticed the sympathetic smiles from strangers,
Unspoken words of comfort.
Somebody had stolen a soul from me,
I could not comprehend it.

What was this occurance called death, anyway?
My question remained unanswered.
I stumbled about utterly impulsive,
Unable to feel emotion,
Desperately searching for a wholehearted meaning.

I turned my head toward the respondent,
Adrenaline coursed through every part of my being.
I had uncovered the verity,
It was whispered to me, seemingly rushed.
"Death is separation,
A temporary invisible wall."

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