Towards Death - Poem by Martin Zakovski
Little by little as days go by,
an inescapable fate awaits us
at the end of a windy road,
but no one knows how far away.
Maybe someday after a bend
I will find myself there,
subdued and unable to flee,
I shall turn around one last time
only to find a dark abyss,
nothing seen nor come a sound.
So with apathy I'll walk again
walk towards the light I see.
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