Breaking of the Bones: IV (Final)

Breaking of the Bones: IV (Final) 

A seemingly insurmountable effort to rise
Standing grows more difficult with time
I had always hoped the tales were lies
Yet still I grab hold of the wall and climb

I feel each once-solid segment shake
My once-strong flesh tense and fail
Deep gasps for air, the only sound I make
How did I ever let myself grow so frail?

My body can no longer resist the cold
I sink to the ground with a final breath
I hold only fear for what I might behold
The struggle is ending, my unseemly death

I feel my eyes fading to darker smoke
Each moment stretches on forever
Yet it seems like a timeless jokes
I still don’t find it very clever

Crack, snap, shake and break
So, my body the earth will take
I wonder what is left in my wake
Perhaps my final, lasting, mistake.

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Posted on February 15, 2014, in Dark, Loss, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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