mourning mist

We laid you to rest
under steel gray skies
the sun refusing to shine

A mist
fine and damp
coated the
world and amplified
our mourning cries

Winds whipping
and
trees bent under
the onslaught
of harsh autumn winds

As if Nature herself
mourned you and
was determined in her grief
to punish the survivors

We
that had been left behind
in the world cold and barren
without your light
learn to live
in the darkness

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Out of time

In the quiet moments as I slowly wake
I’m aware of a sound that plays faintly
On the doorstep of my consciousness

Straining I struggle; and
I hear the clock underneath us all
Tick tock it slowly mocks
Time is winding down

I feel the fear of lives unlived lingering in the core of me
Gnawing and grasping it grows larger
As the moments of my life pass into memory

Straining I struggle; and
I hear the clock underneath us all
Tick tock it slowly mocks
Time is winding down

The echoes of my past get caught in my throat and
I choke on the fragments of prior misery
Wondering if I’ll ever learn

Straining I struggle; and
I hear the clock underneath us all
Tick tock it slowly mocks
Time is winding down

I fear the time that the clock will stop
and I run out of time