"OUT OF THE WOMB, INTO THE TOMB" by Jake Drew
Give life.
Give life.
Take life.
Live life.
Await death.
A wasted birth.
Tasted Earth.
But what's it worth?
A last breath.
A wife, a husband, a bride or a groom.
To what we consume; impending doom.
The mow of a flower just after its bloom.
Out of the womb, into the tomb.
I like how death and last breath break up the rhyme schemes. It brings the reader back to the inevitable, death. And the tragedy of how short or fast our time goes; just as we are coming I to bloom (wisdom and understanding of the world) our time is up and we get cut down.
ReplyDeletePretty nihilist, but I like it!