Ephemera is my tenure on earth.
I did not witness my mortality
Blinded by the final beat.
Death was mine to keep.
Evicted from my temple –
Soul wondering eternally in void –
Inversion of metamorphosis commences.
My time arrived – too soon – too soon.
No time for obeisance –
A timeworn need to bid a final aloha,
Not even time for absolution
Or effacing moral ineptitude –
A deficit disorder – my selfsame art.
Was I betrayed by time?
It arrived before my time.
Too soon! – Too soon!
Or was it divine intervention
Or invasive ancient-maladies,
The scourges of the millennium?
Exigency of time ushered me
Thru the mortal gate of oblivion
Free from the pettiness of human strife
And abnegation of trivia agendas –
Trivia – acquiesced to the living.
The burdensome oppression of mental pain
Finally unfettered – “free at last”.
Let the ponderous dregs fly –
Inherited by the wings of time.
It was time –
My exodus with the winds of time.
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I am not familiar with the word 'THANATOPSIS'. I gather it has something to do with dying. As usual, the poem is good. Julie
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