Poem -
On The Ropes
My mortality makes its presence known
As spitting out another tooth has shown
The constant headaches and little sleep
My inconsistency in counting sheep
Phantom pains for no reason I can name
It is just the reaper still winning the game
The further I push through lifeΒ
The more I feel him twisting the knife
My immortality is an illusion
Thinking I will live for ever is a delusion
Why did I even start
When everything I've ever done will fall apart
I am in no hurry to snuff out my flame
I need to figure a way to prolong this game
Because every time I look in the mirror
The fact that I will eventually die becomes a little clearer
By LukeCoomer (c)
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Very Powerful LUKE!!..,...the questions we ALL must face at some point......unless an instantaneous death catches us unaware.......but I've done a LOT of research in this area.....and remember that your path in this life is uniquely your own......there will never be another LUKE COOMER!!..... seek and ye shall find brother poet!!......Love the honesty driving this MOST compelling piece!!.......ALL STARS!!.......LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xoΒ Β ?
Thank you so much for feeling this tony