...And Unto Dust.

When I was little, I thought all our lives were infinite
That all of us were either hellbound or hopeful heaven sent.
The life you lead decides the endlessness you get,
But now I know, every breath's nothing more than blood-let rent.

We are temporary
The end is scary
And we'll fight it, like it's for our lives.
This life's a lie,
And then you die.
But this is all that you get:
A whisper spoken in the ear of death.

Please don't take me; I don't wanna go.
There's too many days that I spent to low.
Grovelin' in the dirt, trying to make ends meet.
Been punching cards till my fists got weak.
And what a week it's been.
Can you remind me what I did again.
It's a blur.
A washed-out watercolor of what I wish I'd been.
What I wish I'd said.
Places, people, things I've never seen
Paradise lost to placate my greed
All for addictions that I was told I had to feed
Cuz what I want's never been the s**t I need.

I will leave in a casket
A decomposing basket
A shell of a life
Into one last good night.

But I'll live on with those
That remember me
Until they move on
Then, I'll cease to be.
My life of waiting
Is a memory fading
Away to dust
And unto dust.

Reviews

[zaisham9393]

We are temporary
The end is scary
And we'll fight it, like it's for our lives.
This life's a lie,
And then you die.
But this is all that you get:
A whisper spoken in the ear of death.

I loved it!
Thank you for sharing :)!

[fallen.angel.]

This resonated with me on a very deep level.
I've been thinking about this topic for a while... and your poem really did just hit me

Amazing write

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful, honest and true life view of life in the poetry.
"Then, I'll cease to be.
My life of waiting
Is a memory fading
Away to dust
And unto dust."
The above lines are true for the all of us. I believe we pay for every deed, good or bad. Thank you Dennis for sharing the amazing poetry. I was glad to see your name on the board.
Coyote