Emile Dubois

Death exposes us to the emptiness that surrounds

Death exposes us to the emptiness that surrounds

And yet we transcend it all

For all we are is only of a time

A brief snapshot in eternities eye

Infinity a landmark upon the horizon

A prize we may never find

A place only in imagination attainable

For all we are is only of the moment

Yet our little lives transcend it all

Imagining ourselves above and beyond all we truly are.

A head that thinks too much and a body that consumes the same

Our souls beyond even ourselves

A decaying ember that twilight eclipses 

A finality always within our hands

Yet all too far for fragile ego to grasp 

  • Author: Emile Dubois (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 25th, 2017 16:32
  • Comment from author about the poem: For you dear friend and confidante. Rest in peace x
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