forebode, & sudden realizations
the depth of oblivion vast
I may change, refuse
tomorrow, completion
little things little thoughts
make a big impression of a man
feeling pitiful sickly old
cornered unaware
to be so wrong,
of safety, danger,
sincere of truth.
of them.
All this happening about
cries out inside
all of us fear
dying is but a stumbling
A toe stubbed
along the walk of live
breaks the stride
And all planned of destined
all hopes
memory the only remaining
a life not to accompany
more than a multitude of yesterday
I have wrapped a sleeping bag around my body, the day is...