deeply darkly
constant sawing

Whats that sound?
That nonstop gnawing...

softly slipping
slowly drawing

ever inching
unto death

drawing dreary
day to day

as sneering seconds
slip away

Too many tears to erase...
Too many yet to tolerate...

Too few breaths to win this race...

Were men meant to pontificate,
on gods and heavens that await?

Here only to eat and mate,
conquer, ****, and dominate?

With all we've done and all we've seen...
With all we've lost that might have been...

Don't only smile when skies are blue...
For without rain,
No flowers grew...

Despite the pain that's glaring through...
the guilt, rage, shame that you subdue.

Each day you set your course anew.
Our choices ink our life's tattoo.

May your heart be ever true,
Hate never cloud your point of view

May all your love return to you
and guide your heart in all you do.