Time and Other Ambiguous Things

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A reflection on legacy.

We walk in the wake of history,
each and every turn’s a mystery
that unfolds before us
in spite of any foresight we may have.
Thankfully time works as a salve
to sooth the wounds we’ve made
or may have suffered,
mercifully mending the muddled nature of ourselves.
As we delve deeper towards the abyss,
dwindling down to nothing,
hopefully having left something behind,
something kind for them to remember us by.
A remembrance which, with due diligence, will never die.
That is how we attain immortality,
the totality of our existence
summed up in an essence for those who are to come.
Our day done, theirs yet to dawn.
Their voices now crying out,
while we carry on,
raging against the night
with the tide of battle not quite in our favor,
taking time, at least, to savor
the beauty before us
and to suck the very marrow
from the bones of life.
Until we ourselves become bones
buried deep down in the earth
that once gave birth
to us all.

Submitted: July 21, 2015

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