Never Say Die

It's called, in my own terms, the end of a cycle, Yes, pray, never say die, Nothing dies, neither will you nor will I, Nothing dies, it's merely the end of a cycle! Imposed upon all of us, by those rulers Governing us from the subtle and silent skies, Skies reflecting a peaceful bluish hue on sunny days, And adorned with twinkling magical dots on dark nights, Merely to attract souls, like us, into their gloom! Once in, we get segragated into religious affiliations Meant to act upon their laws, their prescribed codes As if, they were that which could save us and bring us back To there where we once laughed, all the time, for no reason, To there where we were, before being tempted, By the many false pleasures of this world! We race with life, taking what it gives us in heavy gulps, Wanting more of these, undeniably turning greedy Realizing not that those gifts from life are only meant To tie us tight to the roots of this world, As if, it maybe needed our desperation as its power surge To keep on revolving! Fret not, lament not, grieve not, never say they died, Never say I shall die too, never call it death, Say, rather, it's the end of a cycle, And since I abide to those powers, being, after all, A mere blinded fly when faced with them, Vulnerable and fickle as they choose what to do with me, Love this cyclic change, accept it and mind not The pain that pricks its claws in you, running through each Of your veins, scarring your heart and causing your soul to bleed! Love it and live it, as one fully aware of its power, Never say die, none will, nothing does Never say die, it's merely the acceptance of existence! For Contest Pick A Title - Free Verse Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh Written on 27 Feb 2019 Title Chosen: Never Say Die