May 23, 2022


a bringer of death


a bringer of death

when i close my eyes
i try to think of something profound
to say
or write
but i am not one to walk
in a world of profundity

i am typical and simple,
ruled by base instinct
and value
my morals built
upon the spires of sand castles
set along a raging sea

the tide inches nearer
with every whimpering
and when the tide
finally consumes
the last piece of sand from
my castle
only rage will remain

and i will set foot
upon a path
from which there
can be no return

i am the wicked, the paused,
i am a blade of grass
free upon the breeze, i
am a moment, a wisp,
i am something you
can no longer see or hear,
mine is the last voice
you will ever hear

don't be alarmed

Article © Jack Henry. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-02-17
Image(s) are public domain.

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