when the world ends

poem #2: am i out of time?

when the world ends,

death will humiliate me.

it will point at me,

it will spit at me,

it will laugh into a

megaphone with mockery

to spite me and it will

mark the beginning

of my end.

am i out of time already?

when the world ends,

i will run away across

burning bridges

under the smoky skies

until my knees collapse

and i hope i see even

a shadow of God.

death will be waiting

on the other side,

holding my casket open,

and i will beg for more time.

when the world ends

i will sit by the water.

maybe if i am patient

like i have struggled to be

in this lifetime

maybe death will miss me.

it will not end here.

there is more to be done.

i can fix it.

when the world ends

my hands will bleed

from the broken clock hands

cutting into my palms

as i bend time to my will

the clock chimes as if to scorn me.

there is still time.

why can’t i have more time?

i can fix it.

death will miss me.

when the world ends

i will tell death

i am not done yet.

i have not earned my place

among the stars yet.

i have passion

i have dreams

isn’t that enough to

keep me alive?

all that i live for

will never forgive me.

won’t you pity me?

when the world ends

i will end with it.

my soul will glare at death

with utter distaste.

i look around at all

that i could not carry with me.

how can i be out of time?

i haven’t become everything

i need to be yet.