At wits end cries the mind,
Purpose unknown.
The earth craves the flesh,
And heaven the soul.
But wait!
I am not yet due.
Shadow of my being, despair not.
Life ‘tis a beast to be tamed.
Fear, hatred. Tooth, claw.
Stand firm, render powerless;
Transform and channel
Me through you.
Behold! In awe
And discover sweat, blood, tears.
Labour sculpts the body;
Anguish, the character.
Though both shall death claim:
For you are naught
But what you leave behind.
A life without legacy is no life at all.
Toil, toil until your last,
Lest old age of your regrets remind.
4 comments:
lest old age reminds regrets- as passing geometric prisms of light a life ebbs into a blue spot and i put gold leaf on your finger prints on the stair way.you did go the full circle awash all ebbs and insignificant life used moments pure again.
That should have been morbid ... but it wasnt.. nicely done as always :)
a fascinating piece man, eeriness with a twist.. very nicely done.. hehe two thumbs up..
Thanks, people. I didn't quite get the comment by he.marli, though. Perhaps I will if I ruminate upon it?
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