Death throes

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** This poem is open to interpretation, and it should not be classified as being a positive or certain indicator of a particular emotion, thought, etc**

The remnants of an old life lay scattered before my eyes, their jagged edges seemingly mocking me, for having severed all former ties, 

A sense of desolation and misery make themselves at home in the shattered remains of my skeleton, as my soul watches mutely from above, unable to make sense of what it beholds, all of the mindless destruction, 

Untethered does my conscience wander awhile, through land that is craggy and hard, and filled with many a war-ravaged defile, 

Trapped am I in this endless abyss where Time passes not, I begin to question my existence, which has but been reduced to a meaningless blot,

As my broken body lies below surrounded by my decaying bones emanating the stench of my unfulfilled dreams and desires, aye does the land it lies on greedily devour it with relish, as it has so many of my forebears and sires, 

As the skies above part to unleash their merciless torrent to wash away all the filth and grime, a part of my soul harks me back to the time when I was at my prime,

And so does my torment end, as I finally leave the constraints of this mortal world, full of its interesting variety of paradoxical people, who are rich and yet poor, who are happy yet sad, and who are cowards, but are yet brave and bold...