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Mortality

I've come now to that final moment,
to that dark place which all men face
come turn and tide, inevitable
as the rising of another sun.
The moment of that absolute
  and final
realization of one's own mortality.
I am going to die!
I can say it now with complete conviction,
because I finally begin to believe,
as my death is now much closer than my birth.
Funny, I always thought I'd be afraid.
But with regard to this,
its less the time than the manner which disturbs me.
How shall I go?
As some sick poor fool, rotting in his own foul waste,
awaiting final breath with heart full of rest
and mind dulled to sleep by the endleessly waiting,
and wishing for peace.  Sweet peace.  Please release me.
This body used up, soul rotten and frail.
Better to die a martyr's death
to the cause of my own Sophistry.
A sudden, violent, trauma blow,
to end my days before I even know
what's happening.
Perhaps a bullet bears my name,
or some as yet unseen bandit
carries my life on his blade.
Perhaps a war!  Some distant Plague!
A plane crash, train wreck, who can say?
But I shall finally find some day,
the answer, and the realization, that I am going to die.

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  • Lowell Poe
    August 18
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    -poor boy-

  • Lowell Poe
    August 18

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    Destiny.....
    what odd circumstances will result in the sun coming up without you...
    it is just a small part of our journey my brother...
    this peace and acceptance that is written with a poets heart....
    is it the fading or the grand exit....
    love the whole thought behind this...
    to look the future dead in the eyes is in the ways of a great writer.

    Intense my brother,
    Liam


  • Oh.My.Juliet
    August 16

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    As some sick poor fool, rotting in his own foul waste,
    awaiting final breath with heart full of rest
    and mind dulled to sleep by the endleessly waiting,
    and wishing for peace. Sweet peace. Please release me.
    This body used up, soul rotten and frail.
    Better to die a martyr's death
    to the cause of my own Sophistry.


    such powerful, beautifully written lines!!






    Thanks for sharing, keep writing!

    x

    (:


  • CaptainAwesome
    August 16

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    Excellent. Even as a young person, I too wonder about this sort of thing. SO many possibilities. Scary thoughts.
    Thank you for this incredible peice. Excellent write.


  • My Chronos gold member
    August 16

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    Wow, very powerful words and very true. I wish you the best in the contest

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