Thoughts On Immortality Poem by Jason Doyle

“Would you not get bored? ” They ask.
“How could I? ” Was the reply,
“When there are yet words to be written, read, rhymed,
Peaks to be painted, paced, climbed! ”
“But they shall run out! ”
“Only with the universe.
If at night you see Gates, you spend your days searching
Searching for the key.
Only finding distractions and mystery.”
“But the rewards for that key are infinite! ”
“And if I neglect this dazzling light
My reward is an indifferent smite
And barring from this impossible realm?
Can’t you see your obsession neglects your own helm? ”
“This helm I’ll sacrifice for Heaven! ” They chant.
Knowing that his next words would find footing as a rant
The poet realises he cannot decant
The blindfold of the ages,
The whisperings of many mages,
From his churning neurons,
His factual environs.
Their chorus behind him devours his footsteps
And he wonders what shall face all upon our deaths.