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

[Little Abbey]

Awesome poem! I like it a lot!

[Angela]

Make me a living reminder of what I lack? So Sad. I do like the last line and it is a very emotive piece. And, mortality is most definitely frought with hazards! great line

[Skoo.]

No problem, a poem this amazing deserves a title d:
I really love this (:

[HopelesslyDevoted]

nice!

[SINDE]

I love this poem .It's simplicity and imagery is packed with a clear message and a lot of meaning.