Is there anything that can be done?
My body lays here,
in shadow and time.
I like everything else,
I become dust.
The sun grows old,
slowly it’s going to grow cold.
Like a death star ready to burst,
someday the night will consume
everything we built and us.
In ruin the stars will remember us,
as we scatter about like lost souls.
This life,
this time,
this ruin,
this is dust
and ash
left behind.
A deadline beyond my control,
slowly reaching it’s cold hand
grabbing tightly too my soul.
This life,
this ruin,
this dusty disaster we call
living is always moving.
Without asking who’s in control,
who’s driving this beaten path
to ruin? All we see is dusty trails
leading nowhere fast.
These barren land’s reach out for miles, like God’s hand at the end of the mile it welcome’s all with open arms and smile.
If you could look me in the eye
and tell me I will never die,
I know that is a lie.
Life never promised me perfection
nor happiness and success,
no it’s taught me how to
work it out with
the best of my abilities.
This is ruin,
this is life,
this is time,
this is the end
of a new beginning.
© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton