Poem: Undying

[shamak]

Undying

Every day is a death for me
Every night — resurrection
The pain of undying in inexorable
Like God’s own steps.

To see myself for that,
To see myself for truth,
Unraveling until there’s nothing left.
The pain of undying.

I tire of this death
And its unfinal end,
The unrotten flesh
That needs and needs and needs…

I refuse this madness
The killing of the soul,
My unrelenting core,
That wants and wants and wants…



Feedback is one of those things my soul wants... ;)

Comments

[shamak]

Thanks, they're my favorite too.