Gone In Sixty
Time is chasing me, chasing me away. I’m
drowning in its minutes with a
few seconds to spare. I’m halfway to the
End, my walls are coming down.
I’m rushing to save my soul but I don’t
think it’s even there. My number is going
to be up soon, the bell will be ringing.
Once that line is made, no more air
for me to breathe. I’m drowning
in my own demise, so just leave me with time.
The bells are growing distant now, my last breath
is fading away with no time to spare.
Copyright © Vanessa Gollihue | Year Posted 2006
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