Gravity really gets me down
Like a stone sinking in water
Waving goodbye, about to drown
As a lamb led to the slaughter

Run around, hurry up to wait
In the valley of my despair
The friendly fans of time frustrate
Words carved in flesh, my pain to bear

So to the end, I march toward
To the fate that awaits us all
It’s such a difficult reward
To be here for my curtain call

Submitted for an AllPoetry assignment on syllabic poetry.
23rd Apr 2025 – Shared with dVerse prompt – fate