Martin Zakovski

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Comments about Towards Death by Martin Zakovski

  • Kelly Kurt (4/16/2015 2:18:00 AM)

    Nicely written poem, Martin. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 17, 2015

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