Do You Want to Live Forever?


She asked me.
“Do you want to live forever?”

“Interesting question.” I said.
It’s a tempting offer.
What if you did make me immortal,
able to defy death,
outlive everyone I hate and dance on their graves.
Happy, until the time comes when
I see my wife die, then my daughter die, then her daughter die.
At what point I wonder would my feelings die?”

She laughed then said.
“You could see Empires fall,
civilisation crumble and this planet crack and burn.
And you worry about three people.
One day you will stand at your families graves
and you will struggle to remember what they looked like and
who they even were. You will walk away
unsure of why you have a bunch of roses in your hands.”

“You say I could see this planet crack and burn.” I said.
But if this world remains as shit as it is now
that is going to be a long wait.
And you say I will be uncaring| just staring at the stars
while around me injustice spreads like cancer.”

She slowly smiled licking her teeth.
“You will have power, you could be the force that changes it all.
You could feed on the rich, pull them down screaming
from their ivory towers, bring justice and liberate the poor.”

“Though once the rich are gone. “I replied.
“All that will be left to feed on is the poor.
Can I still make this world a paradise then,
and what paradise has ever welcomed monsters?”

“You asked me if I wanted to live forever.
Putting my life on pause while the world carries on around me
where memories become sand I can never hold
the king of a broken world sitting on a throne of the dead
Only wanting to be a saviour but never able to shed the name monster.
I think you know my answer.”

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The Man who Death Forgot


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This is the story of the man who Death forgot.
A man who lived his life in such an inconsequential way
That he slipped between the cracks of existence.
So that when it came time for the man to die
Death just overlooked him, then forgot all about him.
Now the man continues with his grey life
A life so devoid of feeling and colour
That even his rainbows are black and white.
Now he waits patiently
But for what he’s not sure.

This is the story of the man who Death forgot.
Who often sits in silence
Watching time ebb slowly around him
While he remains untouched by its waves
As they smash against the cliffs of reality
Slowly crumbling the world pebble by pebble
Until only dust remains
Before the wind scatters it.
As the man watches despite his jealously
He finds he cannot turn his eyes away.

This is the story of the man who Death forgot.
Whose eyes are drawn towards a silent forest.
A forest he remembers planting as acorns
Then tenderly walking among the growing saplings
Caring for them until
They became mighty oaks whose branches challenge the sky.
The man’s critical gaze spots the first trace of decay
He knows the forest will fall
Then the mighty oaks will be left to lie and rot
While life moves on without him.

This is the story of the man who Death forgot.
Who has outlived everyone he ever knew
But still hopes that one day
He will feel a hand touch his shoulder.
Then he prays he will be released from his half-life
So that the waters of time will wash him clean
And that the forest will outlast him
As he becomes dust.
Finally becoming
The man who Death remembered.