Condemned
A look at death and life
One day time will stop
And you won’t be able to flip over an hourglass or turn back the hands of time
And those eyes.. glassed over from a spirit departed, will no longer see a future unfolding
No more life left to give
Just a body; rotting flesh & decaying bone finding rest in a cold and dark world
No more memories… those scraps of an existence that time was unable to blot from the minds of those whose hearts still beat with hatred or love for you
Just body.. left for an earths disposal..
And if in the end this is all there really is, then what is life except condemned
About the Creator
Lakena McQueen
So I’m a poet and I believe in God. But life still be life-ing. So this is how I deal. I’m revamping my page with new posts. Hopefully you appreciate/see/enjoy the growth.
And that’s all folks! Well that and those pieces of mine :)
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