2.11.12 (the end)

there are always
these things
these times
to bring you down...
the temporary distractions
things that let us
breathe...
a taste, a breath
of fresh air
these littles things
we need.
a moment in time
to ease the pain
of the day to day
we pray delayed.
yet we push on
encouraged by
thoughts
of a better
tomorrow
a life without
loss.
but tomorrow
never comes,
just another tuesday.
another number
on the check
that you are paid.
we do what we can
to forget what we can not
that we are all destined to die
and we are all destined to rot.