The Burden of Mortality – By Azwi-Hilton
You are nothing but a mere man,
A fragile vessel, a flesh, and a fan.
A fleeting shadow, dust, and breath,
Dancing on the escarpment of death.
You crave for power, yearn for fame,
But minutes erode your fragile frame.
Your triumphs fade, and your glories dim,
A fading mournful echo, a forgotten hymn.
You build your…