Everlasting Life
By scorp
Everlasting Life
The trees have swayed in the breeze
The bees bustling by the flowers, the deer dashing through the forest,
Day after day, year after year, time slowly trickling by,
Do things really die?
Is immortality worthy for us?
Have we caused too much damage?
Would humanity take over
The Earth no longer the Earth?
Once we leave this world, have we taken more than we gave?
Immortality is a power
Power over beauty,
Power over grief
Power over power
Immortality is a burden
Carried over hunched shoulders
Like Atlas carrying the sky’s weight
Like Cerberus guarding the Gate
But can they move away?
Can the give up and
Call it a day?
No. Not at all
All they can do
Is hope for the best
Only the mightiest
Can survive
Do the others give up on life?
They can’t. Their immortality
Drives them to doom
Never having the stability
To move on
What is fair and what is not?
What is good and what is not?
Is there something out there?
Yes, no, maybe so.
Yes, no, I don’t know.
But I know if eternal life is what humans get
Humans do not live anymore
They are just alive
Alive, but sad and sober
Regretful and as good as dead
Death is hard
Cruel merciless
Never seeing them again
But is it necessary?
Should it be part of us?
Yes, yes, I think it should
Hard but necessary
Nothing comes without a price
One day, one fateful day, you can see them again.
Author Notes: First poem. Sorry it's really bad.
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