Head in Hands

As I clutch this flesh

      It as if putty in my hands

With thoughts pure and fresh

     Yielding such demands

 

Imagination is a gift

     A mind set free to wander

With memories to sift

    And new horizons left to ponder

 

How can I feel so angered

       And yet so much serene

While my species is endangered

       Whatever does it mean?

 

My mortality in question

       So many dying young

An infinite digression

       Spoken by mortal tongue

 

I view my life in scenes

      From beginning to sequel

Try to wish away the in between

    And re-write the prequel

 

Life happens in an instance

       With death and despair

Death has no resistance

       It just doesn't seem fair

 

As I sit here alone

       It is where all  the truth lands

Pressing digits to bone

      With my head in my hands...

 

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Well life will always leave us the mystery of why. And to that i guess i think we should live our lives with the intention of being remembered fondly for our kindness and forgiven for our mistakes. Well done I appreciate the rhyme and meter