Immortal

Good afternoon/morning/evening/this is the void; the void does not accept time.  I’m sorry I’ve been away for so many weeks — it’s not personal. I’ve just been busy with school. But here, have a wonderfully joyous poem. Hopefully the blog will get a little less abandoned over the next few weeks.

How wrong were we

To think that death

Was an entrapment?

How wrong were we

To believe that immortality

Would keep us safe?

Was our ignorance

Of the cost of undeath

A crime perpetrated?

Was our ignorance

Of the pain of life

Our undoing?

No.

Our undoing

Was believing that

Death would never come for us.

The crime we perpetrated

Was thinking that

Life would hold us.

We were wrong to think

That immortality was a curse

Keeping us from peace.

We were wrong to believe

That we didn’t want

To be safe.

We were wrong.

And now we’re not

Immortal.

Mortality has found

Our hearts;

It’s stolen our souls

And it’s broken our bones.

We were wrong.

And now we’re close to

Death.

And we’re scared

Of the end;

Terrified of the emptiness

But horrified by the other possibility.

Being immortal

Isn’t all it’s cracked up to be;

But then neither

Is being alive.

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