finalement

neither old or young

weak or strong

can escape from

life’s only certainty

I, young,

not yet so old

lie here

savoring life’s last breaths

I simmer

on life,

on love,

on how it’s bested me,

how I’ve lied,

been lied to times over,

been loved,

and been left in the cold,

how I’ve tried

my best to live

but failed to

barely exist

now, I slowly

cease to exist

losing grip on life’s

single tattered string

mother time approaches

with a smile

sealing my fate with

her gentle touch

to those I’ve loved and lost:

"Goodbye,

you’re better off

without me".