Sky Poet Sa Poet Narrative

I Am Dust

A passing shadow
little
small
finite thing
a tiny spot
in an enormous world
there is no forever
only now
later not
yes,
I will surely die
soon no later
maybe tomorrow
if my time knocks on my door
poor me
I fear
not ready
I am not
not ready
to kiss the surface
but
I smell my grave
my own final bedroom
my own bed
my coffin.

Drencho POET Loads.

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Arturo Michael December 16, 2017 at 5:44 AM I like it...It's light and free... When our number calls...What can we say...All the best Drencho Sky Poet Sa December 16, 2017 at 5:47 AM Thanks a lot Michael. Thank you.