Monday, June 27, 2011

Fall


For,
Dear life
It is dear life whom I fear to bid adieu to
For whom I cling to this bark whilst staring at the awaiting cement
Who remains impending
while I shiver with each cold blow, waiting
to be forgotten at the drop of a hat
from being dropped like a hat
not 6ft under but maybe into oncoming traffic or down a slope
of frost filled grass to lay amongst my fallen comrades of like existence
whose being will be merely that of a nostalgic dream state
until in the blinks of passerby’s we will go by heavens first fall,
but I exist naïve
praying to the gods to escape my father’s inevitable fate awaited by  black cloaked figures
and if they cant hear my screams
then let it be
as they steer me across the river Styx, lord have it I will not surrender
I will plunge into the water and grasping to this bark,
remain I will until the winds and springs of my children devour my season whole

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