Poetry Day: The Living Dead

(Another poem about death . . . or life.  Sorry?)

We are mortal beings
In the grand expanse of time
Our half-blink existence
Cherished by so few
Because so many miss the point
They live to die
Believing it the goal
Aiming for heaven
For all their might
Avoiding the pits of hell
While others plan ahead
Expecting to return
We live our lives for death
Dwelling on our fate
As if understanding
Will keep the void at bay
Nothing will prevent it
So why do we live for it
Abandoning our true life
In toiling scramble for the end
A foolish waste
Of the greatest gift of all
Yet here we are
A species loving death
And ignoring the time we have

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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6 Responses to Poetry Day: The Living Dead

  1. So very true. ❤️

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  2. L. Marie's avatar L. Marie says:

    So poignant. Which is why it is helpful to really be true to what we love–writing the kinds of stories we love–instead of giving in to naysayers who tell us how we should be living.

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  3. This is so descriptive of those who squander their life on Earth while looking forward to eternal life..

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