Born to Die Beautifully
A Sonnet of Life and Death
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I don't have a special immunity
From my lifetime's incontinuity
I will age, grow sour, panging in my time
Like a grape, so dour, hanging on my vine
Unbound, I will drop, helpless, to the ground
Downed and lost forever, ne'er to be found
Ghost — I have one; t'is time to give it up
When I see, half-empty, my half-full cup
Nights will surely fall as days will, then, rise
I'll lie in state, when my time-to-live dies
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Born, I, with beautiful apoptosis;
Not, supernat'ral, apotheosis.
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
https://www.amazon.com/Gerard-DiLeo/e/B00JE6LL2W/
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Comments (1)
Very deep :) I like to comparisons