Death Becomes Us

Let me, here, show you my friend
That you are all but dead
That you’ve died deaths too many to count
That you will again

Death when you walk
Death when you talk
Death when you sing
Death when you decide to wear that ring

Death when you’re sad
Death when you’re mad
Death when you’re glad
Death when enough, you think you’ve had

Finished living the last year
Finished living the last month
The last week, the last day
The last hour, the last minute

Death implies end of life
You’ve died every nano-second you’ve lived
Amongst the walking dead, it seems we are
Until are bodies, abandoned
Not forgetting for a moment, we are alive

Death and the Joy of Life
Image by Pezibear from Pixabay 

Comments

arpita said…
alright, this is nice :-)
the thought is a little morbid, but nicely put accross.
Unknown said…
scary....!!! but real...we r living in a world devoid of hope, chance, faith, and love...its a limbo, where sucide is no longer considered an act of cowardice but as an intellectual protest...
Rajiv Bee said…
A little late in the day, but thank you @arpita.