January 11, 2011

Time (poeTry)

by amica paige

Who are you?
What are you?
You merciless beast
Who only but take us to
The reaper — so grim
You truly are in cohorts with him
Ushering us away
From our fleeting innocence
And passionate longings of our youth
Only to wither and decay
And be delivered to the hands of death.

Who do you think you are?
What do you think we are?
Just fishes in the sea
That you hook and reel in?—
To be baked or fried
Or eaten alive?
Yet, the good ones are spared
And the rotten thrown out
You merciless beast
You truly are
In cohorts with him!

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