THE DEATH OF LIFE
Lisa Michelle Thomas
Life is for the living, yet none are living.
Rather, we walk as the dead would:
Tormented by unfinished business and lasting agendas,
Praying for deliverance when we should be enjoying
Perhaps this one time that we have to walk the earth.
We fill our days with toil and work towards the night,
Towards sleep—our refuge.
And I wonder if—when we reach that endless sleep
