User blog:Leijuli33/Mortality (poem)

my wall clock's tick and tock

made me stop and think

about what i want to bring

before i'm brought to a land of naught

forgotten; a rock at the depths of the drink

my healthy years are dying

have yet to decide but i'm trying

my patience fleeting i'm fighting

myself; i'm fueling a fire i've climbed in

time is finite

but i'll only find out in hindsight

all the wasted moments, hopeless

in my death bed, brokenhearted

right now, my life's a canvas

need to paint, my life demands it

brush in hand i grab it

touch the fabric,

but i stabbed it

colors ran and clashed

magic vanished through its cavity

calamity; the painting, tragic

cried its tears of black disease

i fear i took a chance

entranced with making something happen

taken way too fast, and circumstance

had made my canvas blacken

and in an instant

again ticked the clock

and ended that thought