Follower
Unsettling helplessness graces the wandering mind.
We are mere mortals in an everlasting surrounding.
Our heroes fall one after another and we are to follow.
The strongest and the smartest have perished the same.
Into oblivion…
Death is a constant in this world.
That was lovely, Justin. Nicely understated.
@ A.J. Valliant- Thank you for the comment. I am glad you can catch the philosphy of the poem. Death is a constant and it something we must ALL do. Even if we could turn off the aging process we would most likely be killed in an accident or something.
Death is a great leveler. It doesn’t matter what your station in life is… we all die.