Immortal Epitaph

A Ruthless existence,
Within bounds and limits,
But still Ruthless, all the same...
Question the basis of love and delight,
And realise that mortality is frought with hazards
Of etching a name, past last
Heartbeat...
Take me, your epitaph,
Immortal, within a sense,
And inscribe your name,
On tongue, and heart, and maybe mind
That i may ever bear it...
Make me living reminder
Of what i lack;
Everything i sought after,
And, maybe, more...

Author's Note

Scoob, thanks for the title... Couldn't find a better one:)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. The questions that were raised by this powerful poem.
"Make me living reminder
Of what i lack; "
I like the open ending to the poem. In life we leave the act of goodness and evil to teach others to be kinder and wiser. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Kasey Klein]

good

[Dahlia Phoenix]

Nicely put. :)

[rwar ish me]

very good

[Calypso]

Well said and written

[Erinne S.]

This is beautiful! Well-written!

~Erinne

[*[[ Cadence ]]*]

wow, this is really good!

[Midnight_Mystery]

great write..nicely done! :)

[Deactivated_BurningDemo..]

Beautiful. I love the last four lines. They impress upon the reader the fact that you almost have what you want, but not quite. Amazing write.

[Morrigan Nicole]

Great poem!