Ending

How have I come to think of my presence on this planet?

And the fading negative I leave when I depart

I do not leap to the footprints in the sand,

More like the ivy lost from the wall outside my house

And how it leaves its image in imprint in the mortar

How I will come one day to only exist in memories

My body now flowing in other things

How in isolation I exist in no real form

In the lives of other people

 I live now in comparison

How I exist in ink in rotting pulp

Piled in a warehouse of human history

How my molecules roll over one another in succession

Blood coursing through bobbling vessels

How I climb and claw into the white space

Leaving a course wound in negative space and time

Then, on decay the wound closes and scars and is lost

I fade out as each memory dies until I am just a name

On a stone in some secluded place, or even in dust maybe,

Already lost in the wind,

Then when my name will fill with moss, and my rock whiter away,

Then I am truly at an end.

 

Reviews

[cest la vie]

This is really an extraordinary write..
raw, brutally honest..
You have a wonderful style...

[deeps]

Wow! Very well said and wonderful,
Defintely feel the emotion put into this write.
This is very well thought out write.

How I exist in ink in rotting pulp
Piled in a warehouse of human history
How my molecules roll over one another in succession

Isn't this is the truth here.
Very well said.