The Construct of Forever
The human experience is limited.
always falls flat, a broken promise
as soon as it’s uttered by the offender,
because nothing can last for infinity
no matter how much we wish
there was a way to destroy the clock.
the hourglass tips over, sand spilling
down to count the seconds draining,
and it’s all just such a grand charade
to think we can outlive ourselves
in words and deeds and memories.
but no one knows what exists between
here and death and even beyond
the plane of human understanding—
and we comfort ourselves with our lack
of knowledge in this sphere of being.
just when you think you grasp it,
the futility of it all, then something
begins to make you hope and dream
that maybe there is more to life
than what we live and breathe.
life itself may be short, abrupt, chaotic—
but humans are steadfast and stubborn
enough to make it through the days
which may feel meaningless at times
but always persist to their endings.
About the Creator
Jillian Spiridon
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
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