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As I age further,
The sun fades to white
The skies seem to darken,
My final hour approaches.
I've marched with time
For too many years
My knees grow weak,
And my balance is failing.
Today, I shall stumble
Trampled into the dirt
With a face full of mud
All time stops.
Just enough
For one last breath.
The sun fades to white
The skies seem to darken,
My final hour approaches.
I've marched with time
For too many years
My knees grow weak,
And my balance is failing.
Today, I shall stumble
Trampled into the dirt
With a face full of mud
All time stops.
Just enough
For one last breath.
Literature
An Ode to the Place in my Dream
An island in the mist
Old and forgotten
A cliff side beaten by the sea
Waves crash against its sides far below
Atop the cliff a tree
Seemingly dead
But oh so stubbornly living
Its fellows long dead
Their children abandoning the cliff
But not this tree
It refuses to leave
It never blossoms and is always bare
But it lives there
On the cliff beaten by the sea
On this island in the mist
Literature
A Lover of Sorts
A wandering ace roamed far and wide
Hoping to catch some education in stride,
But Western Wedding University, dead set,
Asked her, “Have you found a lover yet?”
She said, “I am looking for one, of course,
But they must only be a lover of sorts.”
“Of sorts?” McVay curiously replied.
The ace only smiled, heart filling with pride,
For he knew not everyone could understand
That all he ever wanted was to hold someone’s hand
And cuddle at sunset on a cold winter’s night
While drinking hot cocoa by the campfire light.
A kiss or two but nothing more,
Anything else he would abhor.
A lover of sorts woul
Literature
do we?
i) i cry quiet
into harvestred hands
after the bubble
builds too big in my mouth
ii) do we ever
recover?
iii) guilt
anguish
shame
smile
iv) i deposit dust and dirt
into my bed
to make my nightmares
itch
v) she is nothing to me
past
present
ever again
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This reminds me of the time I tripped in marching band... That "face full of mud" line - it's literally relatable.
Anyways, I like the use of marching to this idea, an original choice.
Anyways, I like the use of marching to this idea, an original choice.