Let the Old Ways Die, Son

By Thomas Caterer

Life is pain and suffering, in every breath
you take in the fundamental truth
every passing moment is a death
each transition transforming life

Our energy as narcissists drains us
as it gives us false power
drinking poison from the pool stains us
as we lose ourselves, lose real connections

Order disintegrates to chaos
Chaos recedes and order arises from it
Bitter sombre beauty lives in loss
In accepting death, I’ve let anger die, its pyre’s lit