My Muse Mortal
MY MUSE, MORTAL
Last phase of life knows no demand, not to expect, not to achieve.
Completed duties, enjoyed life, now getting ready to leave.
Needless to assess, or to analyze,
whether I could proper utilize,
quality time exact precise
as scheduled for me
bestowed by destiny.
Emotional bindings at nook and corner once intense,
now staying surreal somnolent senile in silence.
Immortal inevitable death dancing at door step in glory,
preparing last chapter to conclude my life-story.
Waiting to respond last bell about to ring.
Wishful thinking in mirth
to be back on rebirth,
sweet song of life, again to sing.
06/29/18
'My Muse, Mortal' Contest by Gregory R Barden
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2018
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