"Things fall apart-" that's what they say;
And, though true, that seems a fatalistic way.
We're going to die, this we know,
And so we cram our lives full,
Running from death like fast from slow.
Hear this: life is a vapor, death the pull
From transience to forever.
Life is a trapdoor; death? The lever.
i like it. i would like to hear it read aloud, though, so i could get a better handle on the metre. you paint good word pictures, though. write more. :)
ReplyDeleteEs good. Especially the last line.
ReplyDeleteHere's one I should have written to bug my teacher in my creative writing class.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I need something
better to do
Keep writing!
I like. You are a good witter, in my very humble opinion.
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