We Live Ourselves to Death

Thomasine Dye


All the billions of the world

Dream trillions of dreams

All dream of reaching that peak

Of being la creme de la creme


Yet most live in silent obscurity

Doing much yet nothing at all

Their hopes, struggles, and very faces

None of them are to be recalled


“No matter to me, it’s a quiet life I want.”

Quiet? Oh, how few are granted even that!

A mountain of duties, demands, and disasters

Shall burden your ever weary and tired back


We live ourselves to Death

Squashing lifetimes into a single day

One must do, hear, and see all too much

Yet still, “They died too soon”, we always say


  • Author: Thomasine Dye (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2022 03:10
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 9


  • MR.apocalypse

    not only is this a great poem I've realized that not only do we write in the same style but about similar topics

  • Neil Higgins

    "we most live in silent obscurity" this is a brilliant line.The rest of the poetry is superb as well 👏

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