Every minute,
Every second
I'm a step closer to my
Death.
Every birthday,
Every knitted sweater
I'm a step closer to my
Fall.
Every decision,
Every choice
I'm a step closer to my
End.
Every time I ignore them,
Every time I don't say it back,
Every time I say "I hate you,"
That time is just around the corner.
For
Even
When
Our
Clocks
Run
Out
Of
Batteries,
We
Still
Don't
Spend
Our
Minutes
Wisely.
YOU ARE READING
Black Abyss
PoetryA collection of poetry that covers issues from all over the world, issues that strike everyone's lives. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you find meaning in the words I scrawl on this page. ❤️ --- Thanks a ton to LYNWAH for being such a wonderful friend...
