People

A thousnad faces rushed by, blank looks surrounding the lone figure. He sat on a cold metal bench lost in thought, whilst the world carried on turning. People talked he thought but they dont talk about anything. People think but are vain, new toys, new cars, do they really take time to think. Technology has taken over he contemplated yelling trying to get them to understand. We trade our exsistence for pleasure. He stood discarded his coat and stepped into the rain. Now they take notice he thought quietly.

Life is but a Journey

Life is but a journey
Constantly evolving
Time is of the essence
Always revolving

A journey for old
Seems ancient to new
Yet for those about to move on
The end is due

The circle is nearly complete
Close to her mythical end
For there is no visible beginning
For those that ascend

Death is a new journey
For dearly departed
Yet they look on with hope
For the journey just started

A journey for young
Continues the chain
For the world endures
Thanks to the gain

Mistakes will be made
Lessons learned
All part of the journey
Benefits earned

Now the young are ageing
We’re halfway there
Pleasant memories mixed
With those which cause despair

Now young are old
And repeating the lesson
Life is short enjoy it
Be wary of its temptation

As they move into darkness
After living in light
They look back with fondness
Give away their fright


Death is a mystery
Father said to teen
Another journey
Into the unforeseen

And now all is peaceful
Though they are sorely missed
Embarking on their journey
Moving with bliss

Death (Flash Fiction)

Beating back the darkness, he ran slowly forward, hands held out wide in front of him, groping for an unseen object. He felt the cold iron grip on his shoulder, turned and knew no more. "Isn’t death beautiful"?a faint breath whispered through the air "Thrillingly so". he replied softly.