DEATHS RESURRECTION

   
Glorious the joy's of riding upon a pale horse
Then having life deviate away from deaths course
To see the light and feel the icy grip of the reapers power
Then look back on life and you will know the value of each and every hour
Feel then the rapture of casting off death's incorporeal shroud
To be baptized back into life by rising up through a hazy mental cloud
Pass through the boundaries of what is know as the hear and now
And once again feel time pressing you into making a foolish vow
To make the most of what you have and live life to the fullest
Knowing you won't change, this self-abuse is yet the curliest
Resurrected to stand once again in life's putrid and vile nightmares
Ever pressing life's problems, worries and troubles, I give up, who cares
                                                  Bear

Author's Note

I leave most punctuation to the reader that they can read the poem in their own meter, mood and motility. I thank you for taking the time to read my work.