Horizon approaches,
Dawn encroaches,
Within my grasp, infinity.
Blinded by power, "Oh, So divine!"
Gnawing and clawing at the impossible,
Reminiscent of the possible.
Last endeavor, now forever.
Will I touch the sky?
Oh my, oh my.
A step further,
Within my clutches - the riches.
Hopes are up, defeat is out.
Just another step, no doubt.
Another lie, out loud.
Oh boy, the clock is broken.
The bellow is heard by all.
Frantic and aground,
There is no way out.
The demons hollo,
The reaper has heard the call,
He will get his haul.
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoetryI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
