The Death Factory
The path is winding,
Twisting and stretching.
Reminding us all to keep minding
The things we do.
Our lives -
Are coming to a close.
This we know,
As we all march along.
The world is drifting,
Slipping and falling,
As it comes into view.
No life is better,
Than living this way.
I hope it is swift
And I can leave today.
The whole of us all;
We shake and shiver.
We know this is the last,
The last of our tremors.
The path is winding,
Twisting and stretching.
I hope it keeps reminding
The things that I did.
Copyright © Nicole Anderson | Year Posted 2014
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