Everyone Dies At The End


There is no sense in this, this endless play

Conceived in ancient mists, and dragging on

Through ev'ry wretched age. I curse the day

The curtain rose upon this farce, upon

This sick parade of skulls and dagger thrusts;

Its undramatic ending we surmise,

Yet still we sit through sighs and countless lusts

Until, shock horror! ev'ry player dies.


  • Author: davmor73 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 29th, 2017 02:36
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 20
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  • Laura🌻

    Unfortunately, true and inevitable!
    As my Dad would say...
    No escape!
    We all have to die one day!
    Well, he’s gone and
    so will I one day!

    Good write!

  • poetboy5454

    Very well written.

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