Winter

The clock is ticking.

Dripping out of my body

Life makes a puddle

Of my short story.

 

Hope is the air I breathe

But cannot absorb

I finally stopped trying

And pressed “AUTOPILOT”.

 

Reviews

[Arthur Crow]

This is captivating and unique.. well crafted lines, so much felt and expressed in two stanzas.

Really enjoyed!

[Dillon Cotter]

I agree with Legion, behalf of that though, it's very timid and beautiful. good job!

-Will

[Wunderlich]

I love the ending. Great job!

[Legion]

You've got to land eventually. Interesting take on things and a vivid description on giving up.