Altitude

Shuffling through this

Miasma called life

I find myself

Reflecting..

A lot of

Introspecting

About where I am now

And where

I wanna be..

The outcome I hope

Is a better me..

 

I often wonder

Who would attend

The funeral

Signaling my end

Will it be those with…

Malicious snickers

Or those who

Proposed to be flames..

That turned out

Just flickers

 

Will it be those who

Use their orotundity

To make some

Useless commentary

About how I left my mark

But at what price

In the end they think it costs me..

 

I wish I could sit

At a high altitude

And look upon those

With fortitude

Those I called friends..

Those I dismissed as foes..

And really see…

How the end of the story goes

Reviews

[DC Gentleman]

This just simply feels like life poetically decsribed.. and I agree with the other reviwer.. the word choce was excellent.

[Wunderlich]

Interesting. Well written with a good choice of words. Nice job.