Sad Poems: Assembling Tomorrow

where we are. tunnels in the throat of time. 

who we are. spiders spinning solitude's web. 

we stand at the end of the world. tempted by the precipice. 

we kneel at gravity's feet. 

primates strangled by evolution's threads. . 

it's the world we know that undoes us. 

touch's wilted flowers left to rot. 

it's a pebble in an open fist. 

a lie that lingers. 

even as we confront the edge. 

we can only know. 

how high we are.  

not how deep the bottom is.