When The End Is Always A (Foot) Step Away Poem by Thinking In Grey

Sticks and stones, twigs and rocks may brake my bones,
But life without them I can not picture.
Day by day, chore by chore I come closer to the day when YOU will end it all,
And yet to you I'm not even a feature.

Trample and stomp, life by life you carelessly remove those around me
Notice you never do, remorse you never show, for the sons & daughters you have untimeously left devoid of life.
Nike or Jimmy Choe, Timbaland or Sandal the dust you throw in my face remains the same.

Clank clank, stomp stomp, the sound of approaching footsteps resonates a deadly fear.
Oh, anthill where art thou? This ant still got a molehill of work to do...
Oh, there art thee-my shelter, my breath, my livelihood.


(08/Oct/2010)