In the Final End
There is something so pitiful in the flail -
a desperation of movement that gets you nowhere...
in your eyes
I can see that you are lost
and though you flutter wildly to right yourself
you only turn in circles ~
panting -
your fragility in a frenzy...
you now know
that life
is just an interruption before death.
Susan Ashley
July 24, 2018
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2018
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