Fettered

It weighs much, this life.
The burden of blood and bone
at times unbearable
and a soul, wearied by wars
it did not want, the onslaught
of living that was not asked for,
turns westward and to twilight,
longingly gazing at the dying day
and the peace that must surely
wait in that place beyond the horizon;
even if it were only stillness unresolved,
where light lingers as shadows,
it would be enough–
to rest, to sleep, to end the conflict
of life, to find freedom
from the fetters of the flesh
and return to the comfort and
embrace of the empty void……

…and yet, this curse, immortality…