The Boulder.

one day I'll write about it

but not today, not today

one day I'll think about it

death, dying

the boulder, the boulder

inside my mind

weak little exhale

I lower my eyes

chin touches chest

powerless

one day I'll write about how it's always been there

in my dreams when they're bad

in my thoughts when they're sad

one day I'll write about it

but not today, not today

the boulder will wait

one more day 

but will it be too late?

insignificant me

I live in fear

insignificantly

of the day it will roll

and cover me

Reviews

[Brock Scholte]

This is really...wow. Just wow.

I really felt this poem and I'm subscribed too see more of your work from now on! On my favourites list too! This is simply fantastic and thank you for bringing your talents for this website.

[Enigma Monster]

Thank you Brock. Very glad you liked it!

[Chris]

seems very resigned and awaiting the inevitable...

life can do that... take away our control in a heartbeat and leave ...not even breath.

[Enigma Monster]

Thank you for taking a moment to read and comment on this. Exactly right - inevitable. The boulder is an image that's been tucked away in my mind my whole life. It came out in stark relief when I was depressed years ago, but mostly forgotten now.

[Chris]

perhaps "gone" but not really forgotten.