Energy Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life slowly ebbs it's way towards the beckoning light of death.
Behaving as if the world has already died, at times stagnating
and closing it's eyelids to shut out the empty dreariness in
sight.
Closing too, floodgates of the mind, allowing no entrance to
it's lair unless already designed in thought.
Longing for quality of life seen in a dream world, knowing that
reality will be the only outcome.
Thinking at length of the robust energy stored within, afraid
to use it up.
Great quantities are stored inside of us, and when we die it has
hardly been touched at all.
What was it saved for? Our eventuality?