what would happen if no one died
no tears to shed in grief
no apologies left unspoken
friendships may sour
hatred may soften
you never have to say goodbye
suffering may become monotonous
happiness may taste bitter
born with a fear of permanence
a duty to endure eternity
a heart that is destined to break
with no promise of relief
only a promise to remember the pain
two choices left
melancholy or cruelty
why would anyone choose immortality
it prolongs all the worst parts
while the good fades in to obscurity
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Exceptional example of our inner adversity; brilliant!
I definitely wouldn't wanna be an immortal. Life sucks, lol. Loved your poem!