Even though in the end they all die

Even though in the end they all die.
by Dan Ankers


This is just a short one, about some things that I know
But in this case, surety takes the form of a shadow,
burrowing like twine, wrapped around the tree of my life.
Cutting through the the bark of my sanity, just like a blunted knife.
And as I grow everyday, the gnawing ache won't go away
and as I say this simply, I know I'll have said it best.

I'm sure I'm not the only one
with a gnawing ache at my chest,
for the air that I don't get to breathe
and the breaths that I can't take...
could be so much fuller,
if it wasn't for the sake.