Slow should a life be taken
As the lull of the boat
Or the peace of the legs
As the life's story should be wrote.
Fast is like that of a bullet,
Ready to pierce the skull,
And forever sleep shall the body
Become led to a lull.
Slow is the liquid
As it dribbles down the throat,
And the life once worth living
Goes sailing away like a boat.
Fast is the descent,
Yet slow is the mind
As nature should welcome
An act performed as kind.
Slow is the water,
Washing against the shore,
As breath becomes final
And the end come of life's lore.
Fast is the necklace,
Fastened and unkempt,
Attached to the roof of the world,
The chair left to be exempt.
Slow is the blood
While it pours down the arm,
As the spectators watch in shame
And keep away from alarm.
Fast is the cars
Whizzing on by and by,
As one foot finds the other
In front of the unfortunate Semi.
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Songs of Phobias
PoetryInspired by different phobias, this is a collection based upon different objects that cause fear in people. A phobia is an irrational and persistent fear of a creature, object, symbol, or situation that tends to cause avoidance at all costs. This wi...
