I'm gearing up for the last of what has to happen
it isn't inevitable, no not at all,
but nothing can stop it
now
I've been through the worst of the stages already
from denial to anger to whatever else,
I ran hypothetical checks on myself
when it happens I'm ready
and how
but I've got no contingency plan for the rest
of my life
it's like ice,
cloudy hard-frozen slush
the future, a glacier,
creeps forward toward
me
I suppose I'll be crushed
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