Into the Thick of It (Or, A Reminder From My Final Self), by Jacob Damstra at Spillwords.com

Into the Thick of It (Or, A Reminder From My Final Self)

Into the Thick of It

(Or, A Reminder From My Final Self)

written by: Jacob Damstra

@jacobdamstra

 

Once more, into the thick of it;
Even as I reach the edge of my last wit.
Precariously traverse the ice, I can see its thin;
Cannot forsake the other side, as life is caving in.

Alas, too late to salvage all my thoughts;
The mind, it wonders if this has been for naught.
Time ticked away each passing day, hands on a clock;
Many thousand memories the bank now keeps locked.

Slipping away, names and faces fade.
Once fresh and as sharp as a blade;
Now wilted is my mind and tired are my eyes.
I hold on to everything – beautiful, I finally realize.

Gratitude escaped me for all my many years;
Hence solitude betrays me – Karma surely cheers.
More than anything that I want back: health or wealth or love,
I’d give everything for those moments I failed to cherish enough.

Despite the onslaught of advice, I pressed;
In pursuit of perfect, never time for rest.
So now that my time is counting down,
And I have peace to make, my spirit’s left to drown.

The ice cracks beneath my feet;
A cloudy haze rises from the sheet.
Keeping head above water, staving off the cold;
The grey surrounds me and takes a heavy toll.

Once more, into the thick of it;
In death I might finally find my fit.
What lies beyond, at the wake of this last slumber,
God only knows, but now He calls my number.

Once more, into the thick of it;
Before this winding path becomes unlit.
A reminder to myself to pause, toast the moment.
I write my own story, and this will not be my end.

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