We All Die Young
We all die young,
For the decrepit existence
is no longer living.
Blue-hot vigor cruelly fleeting
to the shriveled and ashen
corpse of yesteryear.
The intangible warmth of
life remembered –
no more than a yellow flicker
against the cold, gray tundra of time.
We hurtle toward that event horizon,
a merciless spiral into a
steely, black eye.
Its relentless stare,
the price of existing.
We all die young.
Comments