A Temporal Plead
The Will to Death is what keeps me alive...
The subtitle to this poem is a John Frusciante song - The Will to Death - and for some reason it struck me as relevant to this poem. This is a poem about consciousness of death and pleading with the agent of our entropic decay. I hope you like this one, if you do, consider subscribing, it’d mean a lot!
Time, transient time,
My fleeting father and
Insidious killer.
Where do you
Slip off to?
Where do you
Hide the moments
I remember?
They shrink away,
They dissipate,
Mist in the wind
Of my mutable mind.
Time, transient time,
Hand of my creator
And wrath of my destroyer.
How will you look at me
When you erode my
Wrinkled chrysalis?
When you hold my soul
To the light
And measure its opacity?
Will you find my shrivelled hulk
Blackened by bitterness?
Will you find my contrite
Shivering frame
In the face of your judgement?
Time, transient time,
Grace me with
A merciful decay.
I love the sense of desperation felt in this whole piece!