Life is never free
By beamish
I said goodbye today as my body decided to die
It wasn't the plan
I still had plenty of time to explore my shame
But here I am
Now nothing more than a rotting corpse
Still my mind's eye is strong and my thoughts will carry on
Arguing with the universe about its decision to snub my life
But the answers given silences even my biggest advocates sings my praises
in heaven
WASTED
Time
Mind
Gifts that were given
The mighty voices scream in pain
Tears dripping as they read their decree on my wasted life
A life I thought was free
Just another gift given to me
But now I see from my rotting eyes that nothing is without a charge
What could have been
What should have been
Was just wasted away on days of sloth and a galloping mind playing in the
fields of fragrant flowers
Now the price is paid and I'll slumber in a box under the ground
An eternity spent reminding myself of the cost of a wasted life without
any dreams
A life it seems that was penned for amazing conquests
Only to be thrown away on trivial things
Things that the god's of the universe see as a path to destruction
Unlike my blinded eyes that saw everything as a hi-way to my own satisfaction
Comments on "Life is never free"
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A former member wrote:
Ooh. You should write more poems about dying. You'd make a good corpse. ;) Remember, death isn't free either, buddy. I get paid next week.