Life - The Irony Poem by Goddy Nana Mens

The desperation of the dying man seeking cure
The fear of the one who hunts at night
The anxiety of the gladiator in his shining armour
The pulse of the novice at battle
Trembling limbs
Sweat-beaded burning brows
Thumping pounding hearts
Clenched jaws
Mighty men made less in the face of Death
Guarding their lives as though it were a worthwhile treasure
Life?
That accursed span in Time assigned a man
That moment, hour
Day, week, full moon
Year, years, decade
Century millennium even
Never forever. Never!
Yet funny how Men guard their lives
Like the samurai their knives
Like a king his sceptre
When in only a moment, one may be a spectre
Pity how much we crave it
When pain and span are finely knit
For we born whole, pure - glorious
But as we live, we lose friends
We lose limbs
We get our hearts broken
And our souls dim with the passing moments
Yet we thrive on
Till we spend all light
And our souls are as void as the night
Then our shells cremated
Our feats forgotten
Our memories fade -
Our Life gone.
Gone like we never lived.
But did we?
This is the Life Man craves
One which rots in the graves?
I despise Life
This span of strife
I seek not to live long
I want die young and long
All light preserved
To get my rest deserved
Of a long long death of peace
Detached and shut from men who think they live.