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Whatever doesn't kill me will...
by Aaron BlairWhatever doesn't kill me will...
I know, I know, I know.
Still, I feel small.
I feel the vastness of space
pressing down on my chest.
I feel two a.m.'s viewing
of the Science Channel
hammering home my mortality.
As if I hadn't figured it out.
You can reach for something with one hand
and cross the fingers of the other against it.
I want what all wishing will never grant me;
nothing and everything. 01/15/2007 Posted on 01/16/2007
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 01/16/07 at 08:55 AM Hi there Aaron. I beleive this is my first comment on your poetry. I like your style of writing. The dichotomy imagery is perfectly illustrated and the last line hammers home the futility of it all! Added to my faves. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/31/07 at 08:36 PM Well stated. I can sooo relate to this. :o) |
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