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Beginnings
I live so therefore I am.
If this life were no more, would I be,
If life I am then death I will be,
In life and death, I remain,
To pass between and beyond.
Does my choice make what I am,
And does my choice make a path,
A path that will be true to this life.
And if this path comes to an end,
Is there another or must I just be.
In a life with no meaning to me.
Will the ends make for beginnings,
Or am I faced with just one.
Time offers a chronicle of this path,
And so I am aware of my change.
But am I still evolving or has the path ended.
Only can I know when it has ended
And then seek another that begins.
Such is life and death the same.
And only can I find a beginning to that end.
Damien Daville
Useless
Leaning back in my chair and playing solitaire,
I am reminded of a sword sitting nearby on its stand.
It has a film of dust now working to cover its old shine.
The room is dark except for a light from a tiny lamp
And the computer screen of cards that stare back.
My mind wonders to what once was that is not.
I can’t seem to move from my chair,
Mind and body are not what they once were.
Or is it now just fear that grips me now.
And this room seems like a welcome tomb,
Befitting of a life lost in an unwelcome time.
Time for another game, one of many I don’t win,
But I continue to play unable to move away.
I don’t seem to care about today or tomorrow,
And the past now seems to be a blur….
I think of another life where honor, life and death are the same,
And I can’t remember if I was ever there.
But as I look past this computer screen
I see amber fields and green woods around me,
And wonder did I once belong there.
Did life have another way than the factory nearby,
And the car I drove the other day to a mundane job
That only drained my energy and left me empty,
And once home I am left without purpose and thought.
Whatever once was does not seem to matter,
Only that time seems to be running out
On a life that never had any sense or belief,
And only now hopes to see the amber fields and green woods.
Damien Daville
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