Deadmanwalking Poem by Ted L Glines

DeadManWalking
by Ted L Glines

Death licks my soul's tale
Eating at the table of
All my bad habits
Daring me to survive further.

Misfortune ticks my minutes
Accelerating dissolution through stress
Neither offering respite nor reward.

Wisdom bows to maggots
Accumulated knowledge will rot
Lost after all my years of
Knowing it was smart to learn - and
Intelligence resets to
Nothing in my coming
Grave


Author's Notes: This is Ted at play. Note that the first letter of each line, scanned from top to bottom, reads 'DEAD MAN WALKING, ' and the challenge was to contrive a poem which matched that phrase. A more difficult challenge might be to create the poem in rhyming verse, and I may take my own challenge on that one.