Life is a death sentence
Life is a death sentence
A burden for many
To carry through all of their days
There is respite
In love
Hidden as it may be
Buried yonder
Beneath the flowering
Cherry tree
In the shadow
Cast by the moon
On a clear night
When it hung so low
It brushed the treetops
I thought
It might sink into the ground
Why couldn’t I?
Promises were made
Though few words
Were ever spoken
As the casket was lowered
Nothing is forgotten
Even pain
Has a purpose
Pricking the conscience
Of the living
Driving us forward
Like a caravan
Over an endless wasteland
Traversing a destruction
Of desert hallucinations
Never knowing
When to stop
What good is an oasis
If like a rainbow
It is only a mirage
Nothing is as it seems
Pain is a proof
Of life
Forgetting is not to be
And not to be is death
A sentence
To be continued
Until it has reached
The end.