One minute left to live,
slowly, surely, it winds around the clock,
She raises the knife to her heart,
to die a silent, peircing death.
Her eyes shift with every second,
watching the second hand pass,
carrying her life with it.
It all became too much, too fast,
Not enough time in life to do it all.
The pressure of time weighs itself on our hearts,
testing out tolerance and will to live.
She pricks her skin with the gleaming blade,
Still watching the death clock end her life.
Only half a minute left to live,
The enormity of every passing second wearing ehr heart to its bitter core.
Gasping for air, she senses the walls of her room closing in on her frail
malnutritioned and abused.
pumping blood, her weak heart races, soon to be periced with a sharpened
A knife her family once used to cut their meat.
10 more seconds left of her life,
The second hand closing in on the twelve,
With 4 more seconds, the tension is too much,
A tear streams down her bony cheek as the second hand hits three.
Moving in slow motion, as if giving her a second chance at life,
she wonders if anyone will care she's gone, if she's doing the right thing,
Too late now.
60 seconds left to live by Kali Electra
Poetry » Life Rated: T, English, Poetry & Drama, Words: 261, Published: 10/13/2003