Death comes too slowly
life ebbs away.
Strength of our youth
wanes into human entropy.
All that we desire
is held before us,
like Tantalus,
sentenced to a lifetime;
striving and failure.
Death brings peace
or so we hope.
For life has wounded
beyond repair.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Out of Reach
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