Poet13's Blog

What’ll I do if I don’t do you?
What happens left to my own devices?

When you finally stop there you are
it’s laughable and it’s frightening.

Noise in my head floods the silence
thick atmosphere sealing shut a vacuum.

Unable to seek out new distraction
nature hobbles us to preempt experience.

Denying the truth takes too much effort
weakness and old age prep us for acceptance.

Never is not an option where eternity is concerned
if we are late we can only offer our apology.