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The meaning of our lives:

Survive, reproduce, decimate and die

Turn away from the unpleasant truth

And sedately stare at your prized lies

The absence of feeling can be very appealing

In an existence with no meaningful meaning

Follow the absurd herd or get out of their way

Running each other over on a putrid pathway

Trampling towards going over the calamity cliff

I refuse to take part in the revolting rushing

I’d rather stay put and relent to the sinking

Sinking into the woes that want me fading

Until much more of me is dying than living

The worst case becomes the only case

Unwearied worry taunts behind my face

It shall only be a matter of years

Before the tragedy appears

Eradicating all that I hold near and dear

Eliminating what’s left that keeps me here

The meaning of our lives:

Survive, reproduce, decimate and die

Survival will no longer be worth surviving

In an existence with no meaningful meaning

The wonder of life will be impossible to revive

Striving to thrive while no longer feeling alive

Simply surviving is not worth being survived

The precious few that keep me here

The last, precious few that I hold dear

I keep toiling to not toss them in the trash

Because once they’re gone I can be gone

Once they’re gone I won’t have to hang on

Wanting to continue to breathe is fleeting

Perhaps this time I’ll complete my defeat

If the majority of me is permanently dying

It is time to halt my obsolete heartbeat

I persevered and persisted to make it to forty

I am nearly sure that I will not endure to be fifty

In less than a decade I’m afraid I will be eternally gone

In less than a decade I’m afraid you will have to move on

I can feel like a wraith

Haunting my own life

Everything is see through

And if I mostly die inside

I know what I will do

By Adam Keith McElwain

Copyright Adam Keith McElwain Poetry