Finally now, we see below us
The abyss over which we have traveled
All these years the whisper- thin
Web of our imagining
Between us and destruction,
Mere shreds of no meaning
Wondering with increasing fascination
What's down there when we fall?
As we all must fall - and land
Is it more of the same - but harsher?
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: lament