Mortality: Brenda Arledge Poetry Prompt Response Week 10
Alyssa is an avid reader, writer, and coffee enthusiast. She loves sharing thoughts, ideas, and creative writings with the world.
Another week, another opportunity to let creativity run rampant. Brenda chose life as the word to spark our muses for this round. I kept it in the back of my mind as I went about my daily tasks this week, just waiting for something to speak to me. Oftentimes a flow of words will come randomly and I jot them down in my Notes app. I have quite the collection of phrases and half poems patiently sitting in an orderly queue, awaiting my return. So this week I decided to put them to good use. As I scrolled through, I noticed related ideas or sets of words I thought would work well together. From that collection a new poem was born, my longest to date.
Thank you for this inspiring series, Brenda!
Mortality
Thank you for coming,
won't you sit down?
Lean on in
just a little closer.
Let me tell you a secret:
Betrayal comes in many forms,
Deception is an art.
Little lies
maintain the image
lurking right beneath the surface.
You see,
I've never found myself
on the side of good;
gold, white,
sparkles, and sun.
My talents were found
amidst the sinister shadows,
something about the darkness
invites us in.
Danger is exciting,
an addicting temptation.
Don't you know
it's all a facade?
Beauty and grace
a masquerading illusion,
the oldest trick in the book,
a nourishing poison
the ultimate ecstasy.
Rich land
filled with possibilities
anxiously waiting to be claimed
oh, but who's keeping score?
As the centuries passed
my fire slowly dimmed.
I was left lost and searching
for something I couldn't define
Unspoken Truth.
The problem is
no one understands fragility
we're all running
on borrowed time.
In the end
it's all the same,
from death
springs life.
Deliver me to Salvation
through a path of pain
as the ancient stories foretold.
Oh, but what a shame
it's so easy to disregard
wouldn't it be easier
to just give in?
When it all ends
what remains?
Time is an indifferent god
and there is no life
beyond this place.
Red fades to black
in the blink of an eye,
a sea of shadows
beneath the silvery glow
side by side
yet miles apart
and I know you tried
gave it your all,
but only fools like us
would've ever believed
it could all work out.
Fate sealed the world,
Volition bought our demise.
Isn't it tragic?
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