Eulogy For The Half Dead

Under the lifeless moon
have i broken life’s truthful moment?
A man’s dream to be loved, it seems
is nothing but my nihilistic sight
and if he, who i seek on the streets, finds love on his winsome gloves
am i left inexorably reaching for life, while the only thing i have is death?
O, beholden the eulogy for the half dead
reckless it is through the words written by wrinkled hands.
And as my youth passes with the wind
i am left with nothing but to wonder
is there life for this fragile hope of mine?

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