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the undying
by Helen Estrada
there will come a time in life when someone is bound to remake you
that someone, will take only what you give
you’ve read about this in text books
all kings have fought for it
all gods have died from it
to risk it all
for that one moment
to return home
although the voyage will mangle you
you double down anyway
and when that time comes
you will ask yourself
how did I get here, why was I so foolish not to see
and you will know that you will never be the same again
and what you’ve given can never be gotten back, even if asked nicely
the admirers will come
they will profess and plead to that which you no longer hold
you will want to meet them so badly that it stings
but you will never be the same again
you will greet the world not from your own wants
but from the mask of a higher purpose
your life will no longer be yours
you will then live for the joy of others
watching them dance a fool
without saying a word
you will smile at their bravery
and remember your own
you will welcome them into your undying world
and relieve them of no mercy, for there is none
the hole will become your whole
you will walk with the living but never feel full
your teeth will smile at the kick
because it is something you chose
-but you will walk again-
without ever being the same
this, you will know
for the dirk that was used
was one of your own
soon the fools will writhe, the children will drown
the lovers will vanish like dandelion dust
and you, you will go undead
clutching tight to your vigil of thorns--
the only thing keeping all you’ve lived for
from dying in vain
the undying
by Helen Estrada
there will come a time in life when someone is bound to remake you
that someone, will take only what you give
you’ve read about this in text books
all kings have fought for it
all gods have died from it
to risk it all
for that one moment
to return home
although the voyage will mangle you
you double down anyway
and when that time comes
you will ask yourself
how did I get here, why was I so foolish not to see
and you will know that you will never be the same again
and what you’ve given can never be gotten back, even if asked nicely
the admirers will come
they will profess and plead to that which you no longer hold
you will want to meet them so badly that it stings
but you will never be the same again
you will greet the world not from your own wants
but from the mask of a higher purpose
your life will no longer be yours
you will then live for the joy of others
watching them dance a fool
without saying a word
you will smile at their bravery
and remember your own
you will welcome them into your undying world
and relieve them of no mercy, for there is none
the hole will become your whole
you will walk with the living but never feel full
your teeth will smile at the kick
because it is something you chose
-but you will walk again-
without ever being the same
this, you will know
for the dirk that was used
was one of your own
soon the fools will writhe, the children will drown
the lovers will vanish like dandelion dust
and you, you will go undead
clutching tight to your vigil of thorns--
the only thing keeping all you’ve lived for
from dying in vain
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