Sunday 13 June 2004

like ash

this life is slowly crumbling,
to crumbs that numb, so humbling -
to realize that all our petty grumbling
will end in nought, and we, tumbling
to the abyss of an unknown oblivion.

holed up in the home,
surrounded (barricaded) by old tomes
that speak only of dust.
to what life have i been induct-
ed? to what end will i be instruct-
ed? when shall my free spirit roam?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Kevin,

Are you a depressed person? You seem like a low self-esteem person to me. Most of the stuffs you wrote, sounds so sad.

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