Matter of Time

Tue, 06/30/2015 - 16:32 -- trostjn

It was a matter of time before I was aware of what was happening

But I would agree

I was oblivious to the obvious

Death was catching up to me


It was a state of denial

That the way I operated

Would ever be harmful

When everything else cooperated


I heard a clock faintly ticking

But it was just a sound

To me

I did not know it would turn into a pound


A pound that pulsed

And throbbed in my ear

Making me pause

And wonder if anyone else could hear


But no

Nobody else heard

I tried to speak

But I could not find the word


That would have saved me

Make me feel alive

But the game was lost

And I would not survive


And in that moment

It was all my fault

I could not look in the mirror

It felt like an assualt


That all this time

I had the chance

To stop the clock

But I stood in a trance


Conducted by Death

But it was really my mind

Wrapped in chains

A way out I could not find


I could not save myself

Death took control

It was only a matter of time

Before Death achieved its goal




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