Do you remember when you longed for Spring
and its brittle, clean air?
When the prospect of budding flowers
was enough to bring you to your knees?
Well, long gone are the hopes of light-heartedness,
and those childhood dreams have faded
into the nothingness that is this forsaken
life and its painful process of maintenance.
I no longer desire for frivolous things
as antidote to I apprehend that I am dust and to dust
shall I soon return when I am called
into the arms of Death’s mighty grip.
Long past are the days of my stubborn
childhood youth. Long gone are the
simple joys Life offers so freely grant that you
can look hard enough to find them.
I am eaten,
swallowed,
devoured.
My one true hopes lies in the
ludicrous idea that haply one day
when I am dead and gone, those
Spring flowers will signify something.
Something to someone, and in
my Death ridden, dust form, I
will mean something to someone.
Those Spring flowers will bloom,
those childhood dreams renewed,
the hope of prosperity restored.
Maybe someday.
Maybe
Someday
But I know that day is not
today
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