with each word
the hands wind down
with each letter
the second hand clicks over
moving inexhorably toward my

demise

each exclam and period
punctuate the fact that i am
indeed

dying

every comma digs my grave


ah! but when i go
it shall be a poet's death
i will write about it

every syllable

and i will not be
a light bulb that just sparks out

I WILL BE AS A STAR GOING NOVA**

soulsurvivor
(c) 6/11/2015