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No one told me I'd have to mourn so many unlived
lives
The Eulogy for what could have been
Witness your own internment
Come to think of it
No one told me much of anything
Except to stay out of the way
No one said they were lying the whole
time
That hope is delusional
The vast majority of humanity never amounted to anything
Why should you be so special?
Every year is a little closer to death
Every year is another year wasted
Ashes to dust to fertilizer to folly
I am nothing
You are nothing
We are nothing
I'm living out of spite
And I'm almost
out
Of spite
Comments (1)
A sad conclusion to come up with. We all have a purpose to live out. Not just here to take up space. Excellent poem.