Lives Unlived by Don Odom

The cemeteries are filled
with lives unlived
the stones with carvings forgotten

The vessels lay
in boxes decayed
in garments thoroughly rotten

If God would grant the corpse
one wish
what do you think it would be?

To rise on bony elbows
and gaze
on flowers and beauty unseen?

Or would it be
to return one day
to that moment sin first conceived

the lie, the look,
the deceitful grin
so that it might be retrieved?

The scales that block
the beauty of life
often are never shed

They rest on eyes
that never see
the blindness of the living dead

© 2010 Don Odom


4 thoughts on “Lives Unlived by Don Odom

    • Thank you so much! Comments such as yours make the creative process and the sharing of the output so rewarding. I think the poem refers to each of us, that until we shed the scales blocking our ability to truly see the beauty of life and to truly live, we are destined to remain among the living dead. I wish I could tell you more about the poem, but it came from a place that I can only reach very, very infrequently. Again, thank you so much for your comments.

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