One final step
And the earth collapses underneath your feet
The ground you thought was solid
Gives way to an avalanche of tears
That final step
Breaks through the reams of cruel soil
The gruel of your dreams
Flushed away into the gaping seam
Your final day
And life collapses into the darkest maw
The solid darkness of muted synapses
Your hopes now
Made forever raw.
"How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives." – Annie Dillard