Poem-A-Day: Day 221

Childhood Dreams

The Chia watch sits on the deck of cards
slightly above my view,
it ticks softly; barely audible,
but when I’m listening,
I can hear it.

It reminds me of mortality,
and how horrible the sense of knowing is;
the sense that death
is creeping around every corner,
and death doesn’t have to do anything
but wait, and watch.

Still, there are worse things
than waiting patiently for death,
waiting with each tick
of a silently, deafening watch
barely heard.

Watching childhood being destroyed,
knowing that there’s nothing that can stop it,
unless you refuse to believe it’s gone…
which is the only reassuring part,
because no matter what happens,
there’s nothing that death can do about it.