Death Concedes
Thus do I clutch the water surface fading
cold sun in mocking hide behind the trees
while weariness implores - give up, surrender
as I refuse to fall down on my knees
life becomes the scoundrel of the moment
clawing at the hope there’s something there
an emptiness consumes and then fulfills me
releasing all the torment that I bear
so do the depths grow darker in this coldness
this crushing fear that there is nothing more
yet I struggle vainly for redemption
without the help of gods I still deplore
as Death concedes to dawn’s sober awak’ning
a light that spares the life that It was taking
John G. Lawless
©8/14/2022
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