TRANSITION
In the world, on the thin line.
Between threads, in that tangle of living.
Secret poems, passing beyond death,
on that path, in the fear of the final pain.
In that strange journey to death, crossing over,
walking between life and death, between air.
Between wires, between threads, everything can break,
taking steps, to the final path, to the path that will arrive.
Shortening the distances, the years have flown,
accelerating the pace, leaving everything behind.
Between life and dream, preparing,
that path where everything ends,
on the road to freedom,
between fear and desire.
In the solitude of leaving,
a few moments,
instants,
to depart.
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Time seems to shorten to mere instants as we approach the end. A poem to me that speaks of such brevity
After a certain point, life just flies by.
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