Everyone Runs Out of Time

Everyone Runs Out of Time

A Poem by Lavi
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Aug. 30, 2017

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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

© 2020 Lavi


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You are right dear Lavi.
"Time
always seems to remind me
that there is never enough foresight
to know when the clock has ran out"
The above lines are true. We cannot control time and we need to do the things we love. When we can. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 4 Years Ago


Lavi

4 Years Ago

Thank you for taking the time to read some of my recent works, Coyote! It means a lot :)
Coyote Poetry

4 Years Ago

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.

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