Philosophical poetry I wrote in a hangover

[thylight (deleted)]

(None of its good I think but the last verse is my favorite. This was one of my very few attempts at poetry)

The Darkness that becomes Eternity

Long have we searched and sought vainly to explain,
From whence we come, where to we go,
What lies ahead, what lay before,
Sought to grasp elusive Time and bridle it,
Few are those who never suffer grief, who know naught of age and death,
And when death does come, is it not natural to wonder,
What lies beyond?

An eternal oblivion, an unimaginable void?
Not many desire to submit to Time,
Acknowledge their inferiority to this
Abstract, ungraspable, merciless concept,
Choosing rather to deceive themselves,
With prospects of life beyond the grave,
Heaven, Hell, and an immortal soul,
Of gods to control matter, life, and even time.

The concept of immortality has inspired awe in us,
For this unattainable weapon would be the Achilles’ heel of Time.
How many millions have bled and died for it?
In religious wars, crusades, and sacrifices?
But all we know surrenders to time, no ramparts can repel the onslaught,
Not the ancient pharaohs, nor Elizabeth Bathory, nor modern science,
Nor the fairest beauty, nor the most cold-blooded evil can prevail.

Even the sun, departing every evening,
Only to return once more at dawn, shall see its last,
For even the ancient source of all our life cannot overcome the relentless assault of time.
Its great fuels exhausted, it will be vanquished too,
Cease to shed its life-giving light and descend into everlasting darkness,
Never to shine again.

And so our lives are but a grain of sand in the infinite desert of time,
A sparkle in the continuous dark ocean of perpetuity.
The flickering candle-flame of science casts a faint light
On our not so distant past, and perhaps our near future,
Beyond what this dim candle can illuminate for our minds,
Lies the vast, elusive expanse of the unknown,
The darkness that becomes Eternity.