John Pollux Bellen Poet Free verse

Elixir

I have sought to conquer death, 
his reaping blade was just too impalpable against my neck. 
Wherein I must traverse alongside a withering flower— 
has society already proscribed death?  

An incurable disease has fallen, 
the doctors left disheartened, 
my family already blasé. 
Then why I must be anguished?  

Ambrosia was never meant to be eaten— 
it yearned to be saved. 
And if consumed by entitled desires, 
it would grapple all mortals to death.  

It is inequitable for me to have the antidote
to a disease that was never meant to be cured. 
I want to be sanctified once more, 
but I am already disillusioned by the veil.

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Alison A Smith October 7, 2026 at 8:15 PM A haunting poem—the elixir becomes as troubling as death itself. The contrast between the speaker’s anguish and the family’s indifference is especially poignant, while the final stanza leaves a lingering sense of longing for a faith that can no longer offer comfort. You have soup mail 👀