Death is on its own clock.
The Grand Clock ticks with or without you.
Death's clock is limited.
Our biological clock, our countdown, our damner.
It's personalised, made to fit each individual.
A pocket watch for you.
A golden wrist watch for you.
A grandfather clock for you.
And once it stops.
You stop.
No second chances.
This is me trying to understand why she was taking so early in her life.
YOU ARE READING
Death and its Grievers.
Poesíasome are sad, others not so much. it's taken me some time to publish these, and more will probably be coming. ∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆ @ 2017. All rights reserved. All content is property of Cassandra Kirone.
