Time.

Death has been creeping into all of my thoughts lately. I’m afraid life is too short, the part of life I want to live even shorter.

Drip-drip-drip gravity drops

Dull days, dark nights, spin spin

Into weeks, months, decades.

Where does the time go?

One can’t know.

Each year flies faster,

Through the open window.

 

She pulls down new skin,

Draws out our inner demons

Terrified, wild-eyed, in the face of

The flow of time.

Drip-drip-drip, it slows

To a trickle-trickle-trick

Stop.

 

Then what but blankness,

Like before our birth.

The world is never still,

Still burning, still

Drip-drip-dripping.

Only we are gone.

Only we were never there.

 

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