Towards Death Poem by Martin Zakovski
Towards Death
Little by little as days go by,
an inescapable fate awaits us
at the end of a windy road,
but no one knows how far away.
Maybe someday after a bend
I will find myself there,
subdued and unable to flee,
I shall turn around one last time
only to find a dark abyss,
nothing seen nor come a sound.
So with apathy I'll walk again
walk towards the light I see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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5/3/2024 5:14:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nicely written poem, Martin. Thanks for sharing