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 

 

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Copyright 2016 beamish
Published on Wednesday, November 30, 2016.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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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.

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