The wind stabs at my cheeks <br />coming from the wrong direction <br />It directs traffic onto a dirt road <br />that stinks of sulfur and vinegar <br />You just want to get out of here <br />but you are stuck because <br />there are no exits <br />No doors exist <br />What is is what is <br />and I can't take it anymore <br />I'm worked and rubbed <br />and it's cutting into my skin <br />I feel the dust that will eventually <br />stab the open space <br />and travel with the wind <br />Alone in death <br />until death finds me<br /><br />Cokbod Lodwogo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/until-death-finds-me/
