Journey’s End

Man is asleep
Until he is rudely awoken
No doubt he will weep
For every word he has spoken

Every stone, step and stair
For every whisper, scream and shout
A testament they will bear
On the day there is no doubt

Fleeing from it by day
An affair with it by night
Not me, they hear him say
Yet he underestimates its might

Flummoxed by its uncertainty
Rationing his blink and breath
How real, the impossibility
Caught unaware by death

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Poem by: @ophthomar (MW Guest)

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• April 22, 2015