The Art of Dieing

The fear is rational from
faith in a living purgatory.
Bombarded day-by-day,
with an hourglass
dropping grains of life
to count down to the end.
Despair lies within each grain;
each one a memory
of a life lived short.
Envious of another…
The lust summons
ignorance over arrogance;
an elated sense
of undernourishment,
soon turned to sloth
from the gluttony
of a prideful being.
A wrath posed
the weaving of creations,
integrated from
the greed of a
passionless life.

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7 thoughts on “The Art of Dieing

  1. Jingle says:

    sharp words…
    well capture of the sins….

  2. buttercup600 says:

    Thought provoking but with sadness…very well penned my friend and thanks for linking oxox

  3. Scent of my heart says:

    sad … I hope it’s only a fiction, not the way you feel! Love the way you put the words together!

  4. tasithoughts says:

    ” the greed of a passionless life” I love that line.

    Well written piece.

    JP

  5. Jingle says:

    http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/10/20/thursday-poets-rally-week-31-october-21-27/
    I invite you to attend Thursday Poets Rally week 31 hosted by Jingle!
    sign in, link in a poem, poetry awards are assigned upon meeting the requirement.
    let me know when you are ready.
    Thanks a lot.

    u must join Rally to get yourself more known,
    the requirement will enable you to know more poets, make more poetry friends….

    come on in, give it a try,
    you won’t disappoint.

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