Ever since my age had begun to stack
I’ve noticed a creature behind my back
I don't ever turn around because it will retreat
Tucking its tail and retracting its teeth
Despite how it sneaks
I know it still stalks
Through empty rooms, down hollow walks
Past the woods, and in the dark
It follows close
Hums and waits
Around every bend
No matter the scape
If it is to catch me
Then it must be faster
My youth a cure for that wretched adder
With legs trekking further than it can slither
Eyes much sharper than it can figure
Forever I can run without a care
For the beast behind me could not compare
Though if I still begin to grey
My joints aching
And teeth decay
Know it was I who allowed its venom to win
For no slow creature could ever do me in
However,
If I ever looked back to see
What was always after me
Past empty rooms, and hollow walks
Through the woods, and in the dark
I would know there was never such slow beast
But a sliver
Much quicker
Then I could ever perceive
With a pointed tip and feathered end
That granted me the belief that I was ahead
Despite my claim that I could run
Away from something
That can’t to be undone
Know that despite the fear
That we’ll soon be gone
Time’s arrow still marches on
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 12:06 AM UTC
Ever since my age had begun to stack
I’ve noticed a creature behind my back
I don't ever turn around because it will retreat
Tucking its tail and retracting its teeth
Despite how it sneaks
I know it still stalks
Through empty rooms, down hollow walks
Past the woods, and in the dark
It follows close
Hums and waits
Around every bend
No matter the scape
If it is to catch me
Then it must be faster
My youth a cure for that wretched adder
With legs trekking further than it can slither
Eyes much sharper than it can figure
Forever I can run without a care
For the beast behind me could not compare
Though if I still begin to grey
My joints aching
And teeth decay
Know it was I who allowed its venom to win
For no slow creature could ever do me in
However,
If I ever looked back to see
What was always after me
Past empty rooms, and hollow walks
Through the woods, and in the dark
I would know there was never such slow beast
But a sliver
Much quicker
Then I could ever perceive
With a pointed tip and feathered end
That granted me the belief that I was ahead
Despite my claim that I could run
Away from something
That can’t to be undone
Know that despite the fear
That we’ll soon be gone
Time’s arrow still marches on
something about our fear of aging and death's unpredictability or something