The Shadowed Life Poem by Logan Fulk

Winter nights & summer days
A frozen meadow with shallow graves
I sit and grieve on this leather weave
For the great love that once was

We rise and fall like the path of the sun
Six feet up to six feet down
We observe our demise with great surprise
Gone when the sun’s in the west

If we accept death as a better place
And pleasantly live our lives
If in death we move closer to the light
Then why is death a world of shadow

Whether were in a concrete jungle
Or a tree-top city
Life always has an end
And death has no pity

So as I sit and grieve on this leather weave
For all of those who have passed
In a blink I begin to think
That life goes by so fast.