Grim Tag: A Poem on Mortality
What are you trying to run from?
The world is round you know.
I’ll just have to wait at the very same spot,
For the next seventy years or so.
At the start of this journey, you’re going to feel,
That you’re going further away.
And like that your strength, and your confidence,
Will shine brighter day by day.
Every now and then you’re going to stop,
And wonder if I’m still behind?
You turn, you can’t see but the feeling of me,
Being nearby is hardly benign.
The half way mark is the fun part,
It’s the peak of a rising ball,
Just like gravity, begins brevity,
Your stamina starts to fall.
But that doesn’t discourage you from giving it up,
You’re a cold victim trying to medicate.
You trudge on forward and fight the decay,
Believing there’s a place to escape.
But I’m still at the start for three quarter past,
I just have to turn around,
It’s a tiny dot slowly nearing my spot,
Oh look! it’s you that I’ve found.
You’re taller and larger with brushes of silver,
That’s spreading the closer you come,
And you finally see the image of me,
Eyes defeated, you’re done.
Too tired to turn, the journey was long,
You clearly don’t care anymore,
But it matters not for you’re falling apart,
Piece by piece crumbling to the floor.
It’s funny how I said that I’d catch you by waiting,
In a way I was right at the end.
But by the time you came around and reached here I realised,
There was nothing left of you but the wind.
© 2017 C W Kage