A Thousand Lifetimes

A Thousand Lifetimes

A Poem by Chris Z

In a beaten down shack sat a man on the floor
Shakey hands, Clothed in rags, and his hygene was poor
For hours and hours he would sit in that place
With that shake in his hands and a twitch on his face
Just thinking of how different his life would be
If he had a few kids or he got his degree
If he would have made friends, if he would have lived life
If he would have loved once, if he would have looked twice
He had always done this, day after today
Imagining his life as it fleeted away.
Until soon the day came when days were no more
When he couldn't just sit there and think on the floor
Though when the day came, he didn't feel bad
Instead he was greatful for the moments he had
He had hiked through the rockies, he had earned many scars
He had started a family and had seen all the stars
So in his last moments he just layed down and smiled
Until all that remained was his bones for a while
He lived thousands of lifetimes with no sorrow, no shame
But nobody saw him, no one knew his name
Noone knew he had lived, Noone knew he had died
Noone knew he had laughed, he had loved, he had cried.
Though he had many questions that he asked for his sake
He never once questioned his his life was a fake
Everyone has moments that they have to make
And to him they were real 'til his last twitch and shake

© 2016 Chris Z

Author's Note

Chris Z
My first attempt at writing in a at least a year or so. I thought now was as good a time as any :)

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Added on September 11, 2016
Last Updated on September 11, 2016