Life Dies Slowly Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Yellow orange globe, lightly waiting in the black of night,
standing guard, warning off intruders who try to slip by in
the dark.

Looking like a blank stone sphere, no face upon it, yet
seeing what will soon be here.

Noting every change, each misconception, life tries hard to
hide within.

Finding faults, lies, deception all around, shining brighter
to illuminate and cast it all into oblivion.

Searching fruitlessly through the night, life can never find
itself until it reaches itself in broad daylight.

Illuminated in stark reality, blinded by it's selflessness,
life dies slowly, fading into it's own non-existence.