Poem what am I

What am I what is left
of me now
Lonely, old, down
on my knees 
Begging for mercy 
Life is like mercury
It slips away 
through your fingers
This is it
Nothing more
Soon over
We will all perish 
but this is not
the point
I wait for the
moment when I 
will be by sea
Only that
Then I do not know
Then what is certain


I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends.

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Posted in #blogg100, Black, March 2014, Poem, Poetry

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