Thursday, December 20, 2012
Hamlet's Sleep
Mere succession of unfortunate events
Occasionally highlighted
By intermissions of sunshine
Or white lies to stay relevant.
Why forget the pain
Clear indication
That our lungs fill
With poisoned air
That our being
Grows weary of
Our abuse
That we approach
Our inexorable
end.
Forget these things
With the false certainty
That better things are to come
Pushing our minds
To the brink of insanity
To the edge of an infinity
Of sadness.
Why do we search
Our own hurting?
Why entertain the ghosts
Crowding our hellish nightmares?
Why leave a legacy of dreams
That amount to nothing
and will soon the specks
in History's dust?
I would much rather
be a privileged member
Of Hamlet's macabre sleep
A dissolving essence
in eternal
slumber.
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