Life must fuel itself to feel
The breath of existence.
The ever-flowing cycle
Of growth and decay.
This knowledge eats at me,
As an animal to a meal.
Death's ever present persistence,
Never knowing stifle.
Most couldn't say
Which this tallage ekes to be.
Why does energy, so real
Require death's insistence?
Wherever lives, the end is vital
So quoth, to much dismay,
But why such negativity to see?
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Drewseph (Pseudonym) (
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'Death's ever present persistence,
Never knowing stifle.
Most couldn't say
Which this tallage ekes to be.
Why does energy, so real
Require death's insistence?
Wherever lives, the end is vital
So quoth, to much dismay,'..
thought provoking, with profound insight,
a labyrinth of a read, but very much
worth the investment, in time;
a hint - maybe...
thanks for sharing, dear poet
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