There is such curiosity

There is such curiosity

It abounds in the extreme

Of living dangerously

When so much of life is left to chance

Futureproofing is a random act of kindness

Gifted upon the dying, barely realised

Until the moment of departure.

As death stalks darkened halls looking for its moment

To intercede

Dreams end in broken promises

The nights are as long as shadows

Bound to the objects of their desire

Even as the best of us lie slaughtered.

Cut down in our prime

Sacrificed in the vain hope

That there will be a cleansing, in the pruning

Nothing good has come of it,

The soil is as wet

As a muddy grave

A plagued trench

Soaked in the sweat and blood

Of good men as well as bad.

A ship, full of clowns, runs aground

Even as the storm blows, unabated

And the world dies

In a constancy

Of endless disharmony,

Show me how

To barter for a different ending

Where life need not be quite so grievously

Misspent on the living.

Those poor souls are as nearly dead as unborn,

Spark my interest in survival

Grant to me a revival

Free of unspent dreams

Liberate the restless spirit

It can bring about a great escape

And take the whole world with it.