Unkempt Poetry

12-22-16

Here I sit passing time

Killing it, really

Just to get to the end

So violently

That it's murder

A brutal murder of my life so well lived

As a lie these past few years

That I've let the time fly by

So now that I stop

And let it catch up

That I snatch it

And trap it

Just to slowly rip it apart

Day by day

Minute by minute

Second by second

Until I've destroyed all time I have left

And it lays dead next to me

As I realize with my dying breaths

That the killing of my time

Ends with the killing of me.