The ground once cold will become warm again
by freakynewchild
At the end of the tunnel, the winter’s wind threatens
But he has done everything as planned
excellent grades/wife/house/kids
he has done everything on time
and in order.
The sky can sink and disappear
Him, he has done everything as planned
If the sun shines today,
it’s out of rivalry with the one
who learned how to become his own best ally.
But at the horizon,
the winter’s wind hurls in its furrows
a golden scythe which moves to cut
the tall rigid grasses at the end of their season.
His uprooted and fragmented existence quietly goes
into hiding between the empty rows of a library,
the blank space between words in the book of the living
forever dwelling there till it doesn’t matter anymore.
