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In the End

by Uriel Tovar

"What happens when we die dad"
My son asked me
but all i could reply was
a straight truth.

we die.

Our lives are a mess of jumbled actions
which serve towards and against our own and other's good
we easily lose sight of what we live for
if anything at all
but rather just seem to follow a track which is laid
in front of us because it seems to come easier to us to
do so.
So rather than dearail ourselves from a life of "comfort" (for lack of a better word)
We flow in and out of distress trying to regain a grain of what we had in our childhood...innocence.

From birth our lives start to spiral outward rather than inward (as some might consider)since we go further and further out from what our nature (as aquinas would tell us) is.
At times, we see some people go back to simplicity and gather themselves into
that certain spot [the mark (since the bible describes missing the mark as being "sin")]. But human nature, being what it is [an ebbing mass of unsettleness (yes i know i made this word up but i'm allowed some poetic license)], picks at us until we return to a road of decay that leads us further out from what we should be.

All this energy, wasted energy travels nowhere when we die. there is no trace of it after the body ceases to be animated.

07/06/2007

Author's Note: not poetry and not finished

Posted on 07/06/2007
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Paul Lastovica on 07/07/07 at 08:22 PM

all is not so merry and bright once one realizes how far off path they have gone - so far the distance seems immeasurable, at times.

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