Saxon Crow

This end we strive so hard to ignore

Creeps slowly behind and ahead of us all

For all we have done does turn to dust

Until one day lay down we must

This will to survive deceives our minds

While our hearts beat away our precious time

And yet the winds blow on and the sun still shines

The mountains grow and the rivers wind

The world keeps turning 

Another day goes by

Just to remind us that one day we'll die

There's no escape nor should there be

For nature needs her symmetry 

Mountains crumble and winds become calm 

The night comes out when the sun goes down

And one day in the ancient skies

The world will stop turning through space and time

And what will be left when we are dead and gone?

That's an answer best left unknown



  • Author: Saxon Crow (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 26th, 2023 00:39
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    But our Spirit will go on to eternity SC.


  • orchidee

    Good write SC.

  • L. B. Mek

    (if dust, eventually
    floats up, and up
    far above cloud
    will we, too
    become space dwellers?
    this space
    we're all so desperate
    to conquer
    is it merely, accumulative
    of death's debris, be it stars
    or what was once, living matter...
    or does the universe, end
    when we take our last breath
    like this is all a reality attuned
    to one individual
    like the truman show, but more
    morbid, more perverse
    and thus all life, is less meaningful
    a lie, far beyond that Matrix
    or maybe, it's all
    just cyclic nature...)
    always endlessly, intriguing
    to dive down that 'great perhaps'
    rabbit hole
    a great write, dear Poet
    thanks for sharing

  • hotidris

    Great poem that reminds us that one day we'll pass away.

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