i am not done crying
but i am not rushing it either
how quickly i take for granted
the joys i had
how quickly reality knocks me
on my head
and DEATH stares coldly
at my face
eyeball to eyeball
choking the gasp
escaping my throat
unlocking the wells
of tears flowing freely
uncontrollably
unashamedly
publicly
lost
defeated
all strength ebbed
drained
dreams of a time
spent at leisure
fast forwarded
the future now sooner
DEATH
his calling card
a somber reminder
that LIFE
is an eggshell
falling off the edge
catch it
live it
i
can
still
enjoy
a treasured LIFE
measured in days
in moments
in memories
etched and digitized
even as i breathe
i am not done crying
but i'm not rushing it either
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