Life Is A Deathtrap Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life is a deathtrap in all respects, we run through life
experiencing, discovering, finding that all of it is for
naught, because we will not live to benefit from it, ex-
cept temporarily.

Once in a while we invent or produce things to help all
of mankind, and these are the only things that exist after
we ourselves are long gone from this earth.

Reaching for conclusions of life, we find it all becomes
the ending of our days when we die, never having been able
to live peacefully with the beauty of the sun.

Always running through life, trying to distance ourselves
from the rest of the world, living in this life alone.