Seekers
We walk--
towards the inevitable end
the Grim Reaper finds us all
deeds are of no consequence
nor colour
six feet under
burnt to ashes
floating in the gutter
laying on a street
in our homes
we all get there
somehow
someday
but there a few of us
seekers of death
as if a metaphysical legacy
we all die
but we want to die
screaming the need rather quietly
Hell visited upon us
it wasn't asked for
but we walked through fire
all we want is the unknown
instead of an Inferno that is our lives
afraid of the dark we are not
but fearing sunset
when voices get louder
demons awake from slumber
the torment is quiet
"I want to die"
you'll not hear us say
we contemplate the end
its myriad possibilities
in an eclipse
away from the world
we've come close
to meeting the Reaper
kissing the Devil
we'll succeed
quietly
or in a blaze of glory
we'll succeed.
©Lost
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Hey LOST!!..... what a great read this was........I loved the rhythm of it...... taking the minds eye to places where youth does not normally go...... and we must consider as we get older.... the repetition of "The wanting to die!" was a perfect touch...... it made me think of the Emerson quote "Life only avails, not the having lived!".......ALL STARS!!..... had to PIN this one!!....... Great write brother poet!!....... LOVE and ROCKETS!!........T xo ?✳✴☀
Thank you Tony. Yes, I am aware you are an Emerson fan. "Power ceases in the instant of repose..." is that not how it goes. Apropos in many ways.
"To die, to sleep, To sleep, perchance to dream - ay, there's the rub, for in this sleep of death what dreams may come..."Hamlet