Mortal Pontifications

Poem23 November 2023

Why do we only rest in peace?
Why don't we live in peace, too?
Why do we find that which we truly want only at death?
When the living left behind are in a lachrymal period caused by us.

From our natal escape, repose is deluded from us.
Contravene to the laws of nature, we live.
We horse around, in self-deceit, that our lives are tranquil.
Laughable how we obstinately attempt to do this.

Wars, Conflicts, Agony, Pain.
Brutality, Ruthlessness, Injuries.
Things we see constantly.
Things we hate to come onto ourselves, but do to others.

Yet, at the crepuscule of demise,
Our passing from the earthly perceptible to the ethereal, pax is wished unto us.
A lineament we never had when we still felt our breaths
How then can our insensible actually feel that peace? How then does it rest in peace?

Mortal Pontifications.

Reflection