Defined by your reality
Justified by your friends
Vilified by your enemies
You are part of a reality

Sins, of the days
Carry us into the darkness
Convinced, you are just fulfilling
Your life’s path, as you continue

Your image, distorted as it is
In the mirror of your own morality
Thinking, this is what mortality
Has to offer,  darkness

As you walk the path of delusion
Thinking as you do, that you are
The first, to pass this way
The sense of selfish righteousness

The older you get, you either
Become aware of the fools path
You have walked, and fight for the , light
Or the dark takes you , as you become
Nothing
Just a pile of dust, and dry bones

Forgotten, pictures that crumble
Just as their subject did
In the end…forgotten
As they turn to dust,  and
Are
Gone.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe