Everyone Runs Out of TimeA Poem by LaviAug. 30, 2017
There is a
cruelty in knowing when death will come and I have felt the terror in Luck where others lucked-out In 2017, I stood outside and stared into the sky feeling the winds of change and the smell of ozone in the air the clock counted down the seconds and time reminded me It's easy to let it slip away waiting for time to go by so a moment can arrive but then, when you're life is one the line time becomes a critical factor and you wish you could slow it down to have the time you so easily let go of I was eighteen years old when I knew the hurricane hit Houstan and I felt the loss in my soul wondering what people were doing (watching TV? drinking at the bar as they watched the news? sleeping?) as others must've felt the terror of impact of water filling their lungs crushing their bones stealing everything time had given them What words describe a feeling of death? To mourn a mass graveyard of people I never knew? To realize that if it us in that situation would others just watch and wait for our time to run out? People die every day People die and are forgotten some are remembered but people are always watching with a half-thought comment on their tongue and my heart burns in my chest wondering how many cried like I did when so many died do to things they could not control Time always seems to remind me that there is never enough foresight to know when the clock has ran out and that one day I will not be Late But instead, I will be Dead
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1 Review Added on May 27, 2020 Last Updated on May 27, 2020 AuthorLaviDallas, TXAboutHere, I go by Lavi because even if I weren't a relatively private person, I am not fond of my given name in the first place, and as someone once said, "you don't live up to the name. The name lives up.. more..Writing
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