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Falling Towards
by Alisa Jstwist of the sun or was that the reason
listen to the tap on the wall
carefully constructed as minutes continue
hours become days gone by,
intervals of what we keep track of at this juncture
as we fall towards our eventual demise ...
does it have to be?
is there no going back
no returning to how it was then,
must we stay on this track of sliding south
senses numbing as our eyes become dim ...
glancing around, quick! let us not fall too fast
are memories and dreams all we have left,
as daylight shortens into the midst of evening's expiration
groping from someplace severe
and darker than dirt,
colder than those ice cubes we used to delight in
that space there, six feet by six
11/29/2007 Author's Note: ...there are only two things that are certain, eh? death and taxes
Posted on 11/29/2007
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles M Harrison on 11/30/07 at 03:20 AM Yes we all face the same end. We just reach it by different paths. It is not how we die that matters, the steps in the journey are. Very good read. I like the way you handle the subject of death. |
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