The Last Words
We have come this far,
In this forever, here we are,
a speck of sand, a blink
vulnerable as we think
we are not a never,
nor are we a forever.
Time will claim the choice,
silence the loudest voice,
All the whispers ever heard
will go mute in deathly word.
Vision seeds go unplanted,
timbers fall warped and slanted.
Moments shiver and sieze
with the dying of the breeze.
We find our home inside
the womb of the natures bride
waiting to be reborn
left behind lovers mourn.
Finality is a fragile thought
some fear, some sought,
and it is my turn for goodbye.
Time comes and we all die.
For contest: my muse, mortal
Date: 6/21/18
Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2018
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