never a feeling of hopelessness like when it seems the light must come soon

holding on by torn fingernails to cliffs edge while stones and dirt shower down

knowing

at any moment the levees will burst forth and drown everything in a torrent of uncaring force

the last desperate motes of hope like settling dust on the corpse of wonderment and joy

churning guts and abhorrent thoughts circling and stalking like a shark with the taste of blood

life is the ultimate trophy hunter

every living thing another head to be mounted on the walls of nevermore

tossed into a pit with the rotting pieces of yesterday

yesteryear

every second ticking past is one lost

one further towards the inevitable

the realization there has been a timer since the doctor slapped fluid from recently formed lungs

no giant red digits to showcase when to pick up the pace or if the destination is reachable

and on top of it all is the chemical leaks in grey matter that determine smiles from frowns

turmoil from truth

turgid bellies and rancid rememberances regaled and regurgitated from spasming lips

no one knows what the future holds but an eventual end

ancillary puppets in a no man’s show of meaningless rebuttals and seeking knowledge that is flawed at best

following the footsteps that lead to the same bittersweet conclusions all inevitably come to

yet it doesn’t calm the burning in guts and fever in heads

it makes it worse

does the any know it could be stepped on at any moment by the giants unaware of it’s struggles

will it continue on despite the dangers that are so far beyond it’s drive to appease the queen

and are we any better

just cogs in a machine we have no concept of form or function

placated by myth and hope of better tomorrows that don’t exist