Endless Distractions Poem by DM W

People's lives are invariably traces of
Debris; distractions that try in vain to defy
Inevitable death. There are those who indulge
In animal ecstasies; until they are left
Satiated, but inconsolably alone.
And there are those who meditate from sunrise to
Sunset. Yet they can only glimpse a fragile light.
There are those that seek myriad novelties,
Yet all they discover are the dregs of despair.
And there are those who gamble obsessively,
Yet so often 'Lady Luck' is not on their side.
There are those who glitter wildly with fame's glories.
Yet they can't face themselves in the clear mirror.
There are those who stagnate in rooms of contentment.
They keep death in its place on a daily basis.
There are those who need conflict to feel more alive.
Yet thrills of endless wars can't fill their empty souls,
Yet there are some who face death; look it straight in the eye.
And create something precious; that's worth living for.
For they are the true prophets, poets and artists.