Half life

Cessation was the only concussion
I never contemplated
its concomitance with success
even more appalling

That maroon island
now a concourse
the boscage, barren
though glistening with ostentation
but destitute of prolificacy
these paeans
no longer as luscious
those bijouterie
without their radiance
now just inert metals

what remains
is corporeality
so distinct
so different
from my self
who seems to be lost
long ago

Its facile to live
this half life
no internal conflicts
no disputations;
only outright submissions
anytime, every time
there is nothing to look forward to
except
The End