One More Day Poem by Lyf Burns

One more day,
One more hour.
Another day,
Like a blooming flower.

The thoughts of a man,
Scattered through the land.
These thoughts of death,
Of taking breath.

One more day,
One more hour.
Another day,
Like a blooming flower.

The man a warrior,
A thoughtless destroyer.
A vastness of darkness,
The source is one heartless.

One more day,
One more hour.
Another day,
Like a blooming flower.

But the man doesn’t know,
For without thought,
Destruction is an obsession.
And from obsession,
Comes consumption.

One more day,
One more hour.
Another day,
Like a blooming flower.

The man a destroyer,
No longer a warrior.
For thoughtless death,
Consumed his last breath.