MY TIME IS RUNNING OUT

it is a curse, not a blessing 

the endless loop of time 

pulling me back, sounds like chime 

pendulum has got more hope

my cape refuse to flair 

isn't this enough for me to fear 

but something in me push me to dare 

I'm sorry, I've lost all essence my dear 

getting up and getting started are two different acts

breathing in and breathing out is a grace we doubt 

have you ever wondered what makes the heart to beat?

or your eyes misty, tears in sight?

so compounded and obscure 

my fainting heart beats with no rhythm 

my muscle pulls, trying to balance 

but none can withstand when it's the end

my hand tries to force a grip

energies slowly draining out of my body 

I smile as tears slides down from the side of my face 

I recall memories of what's what and not

restitution posses as regrets

memories hunting me as I strive to hold the last breathe 

grim reaper stands waiting for me with his scythe

my time... my words...my deeds...my end!

@talk2leigh

7:09pm

24 Jan 2022