Milwaukee Wisonsin Hello, I am an amateur poet been doing it for 6 years. Hopefully, I can provide intricate and well-honed imagery when you read my poetry. Follow I will follow back. 124 followers / 11.0k words
Once a proud father, A builder, a family leader. A spawner of a new generation. Lost to the trials of aging, A time faded away, A mind still intact, Never aged a day past 40 A body giving up, Forced to standby and watch yourself, Lose your abilities To the reaper.
Somewhere down the dividing line, Souls get separated in due time, Even when growing together on the vine, It withered and died in winter's time, A place not so special, No different from another, But special in it's own way, Because it was our place to stay.
Unfortunately we parted ways, Somewhere down the line, Life gives, and takes away. Even the most precious of treasures, Can fade away like sunsets. Leaving nothing behind but an impression. An echo. A cry for help gone unheard. A day of suffering ended in the peace of death.
Is the destiny of mankind, In the modern day, To die glued to a hospital bed? Bravery and honor dashed by father time, Taken away by ageing reapers hands, Time spent in final moments, A normal day like any other, Yet it is the last of days. Spent with such brevity, As if there would be more. Maybe this is the fate of modern man. To not be felled by blade or bullet, Only felled by failure of organs. Yet the mind stayed intact. A young mans mind in an aging body. Is it the fate that awaits us all?
To the depths they go, Traversing trenches, Making strides upon the tides, Lovecraft's beasts, wandering the waters, The feeling of mighty eyes watching you, As if you were but a drop of flesh in an ocean of predators, In most ways you are, When one swims in the ocean. Or dives for the secrets it holds, In its mighty body.