Life's Moment
An icicle melts as it forms,
drip by drop,
slowly presiding over time.
Ready to pierce my eye,
cautiously alert to cut my skin.
To throw, to thwart me
into the lake of fire.
To impede my dream
into depression, oblivion.
Slowly presiding over time.
Slowly reminding me of
Life's austere and long hallways.
Copyright © Paul Ruth | Year Posted 2009
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