People want to live.
But why?
Is it because the clock moves his hand relentlessly?
Is it because of a book we don't want to leave
unfinished?
A man suffering illness wishes death,
yet the same man is capable of wishing life.
A young woman nearing her death,
struggles to turn the hourglass—
the sand drowning her.
Would you want to live in a world
without people?
Would you still struggle against
the hands of time?
The clock watching it all,
moves his hand writing the epilogue of a book.
For a man wishes death not because
he hates himself:
But his circumstances.
The ending tragic yet poetic—
which will be forgotten,
in the pile of unattended books.
Raziel Vale
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 1:39 PM UTC
People want to live.
But why?
Is it because the clock moves his hand relentlessly?
Is it because of a book we don't want to leave
unfinished?
A man suffering illness wishes death,
yet the same man is capable of wishing life.
A young woman nearing her death,
struggles to turn the hourglass—
the sand drowning her.
Would you want to live in a world
without people?
Would you still struggle against
the hands of time?
The clock watching it all,
moves his hand writing the epilogue of a book.
For a man wishes death not because
he hates himself:
But his circumstances.
The ending tragic yet poetic—
which will be forgotten,
in the pile of unattended books.
Raziel Vale
