Already Dead
Since our first breath
And our first desperate cry
We are doomed, cursed,
And destined to die.
No man can run
From this desolate fate
For only God knows
Our pending death date.
This flesh that you see
Will soon be nothing but bone,
Buried in dirt,
Isolated and alone.
Every tick of a clock
Is an ominous sound.
To my eternal grave
I am forever bound.
Maybe I should be happy
To be living now instead.
Or perhaps I am now already dead;
Perhaps now I am already dead...
Copyright © Michael G. Weston | Year Posted 2015
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