Mortality Stories

We are but lanterns burning with limited fuel amidst  the darkness   To burn illuminate  slowly fade and die   Leaving nothing  but darkness in our wake once more 

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.This...Existence.ThisMelancholy beat of a spasmodic heartEmpties full thrust intoMires of self-loathing andRues the day thatBorn and bred wereRaised and wed toProduceThis.EmptySorrowsIn the bowl of the beggarWhere pity and scornMingle with incense and onionsTo languish in cob dungeonsThat shun the sunAnd embrace the cold.GatherT...