Mortality
Was death always this present
Or was I blind
Immured in the unseeing
Arrogance of youth?
Now I feel the tendrils
Of mortality coil
Their unwelcome presence
Around me everyday;
In Memorium reminders
Of death's hand scattered
throughout life.
No longer blind I see;
Shudder, turn my back
To embrace immortality.
Copyright © Elle Meadow | Year Posted 2017
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