Of finite and fickle

Of finite and fickle life is,
Throughout doubt and great suffering
Comes finality, save passion.

A sudden unknown ending comes,
creeping as fast as sonic sound.
Want naught, receive naught, become naught.
A great peril of unknown loss
Beckons forth of ye of old blood.
Damned by owned two hands, finality.

Finite, and fickle be beloved,
for naught is promised, nor given.
Love abstained from cruel, true absence.

Farewell, lost spirit, live thy truth.

• Published November 05, 2022, 20:24
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