Finished Life

Are we dead to dear?

Thinking of the lost fear,

Raging angels also cry,

Craving because we are dry.

Leaves flow out of dreams,

Destroying all other screams,

Life is pulled away,

As weeps drag in a sway.

The horses gallop away,

Into the mist we give way,

Remembrance is a lost art,

Misguided like a bent dart.

The end comes sooner

than we think…

Only to those who

do not blink…

A bigger life we are to see,

If only we let off the spree,

A mind that has lost fences,

Shall never reach the trenches.

The rest are left in a lurch,

Life comes to another search,

Cries begin to be heard,

A finished life has reached the herd.

Generations have passed on,

Singing the lonely song,

A flagship is retained,

Of the human strain.