Life

It is slipping away from her,

It is slipping away from us all.

So futile, so ephemeral. 

And yet, she clings in vain

For one final, pathetic breath

A breath of fear, of pain, of agony

Of hope. 

There she struggles amidst the indifferent tides, 

There she lost the game. 

A game of chess with the Reaper.

That is the game we play, 

A perpetual, inevitable checkmate. 

So ephemeral, 

And yet we cling in vain.