Momentum
the movement of a moment
a pendulum swing closer
to that final second
cannot pause
with so much life to live
not with so little time
too little time
Endings
not goodbyes
too final, too cold
you can mourn those
who you may see again
but never those who
in perfect consecution
sink into the grave
Inertia
racing onward from the beginning
no way to destroy
the wicked doomsday clock
that fragile hourglass
silently counting the moments
until the final grain of sand
falls out into nothing
What I would give
for a taste of what it must be
to be blind