Poetry Blogs (2013, theories)

Why look for a pattern in the whole

And split the soul?

Some things just are.

I know when fate knocks

My socks off

I won’t ask why...

I’ll be very annoyed

But still- I’ll die,

Stop stock-still

Without a breath;

A fraction of a life,

A whole load of death.

Into myself and one

With the cycle of time;

I’ll become the prime.

Read and leave comments (4)