Equinox.

Why must the seasons change?

The summer heat morphs into a cold, frigid chill.

Rain pours in from the clouds, drowning all,

In its watery coffin.

Why must the clock keep ticking?

Each second passes. Tick. Tick. Tick.

A new moment born, an old moment retired,

Soon to become extinct as the clock keeps

Tick. Tick. Ticking.

Why must children grow up?

Innocent smiles fade into worn stitching.

Gentle attitudes evaporate and leave

Empty shells, to fill with the evils of life,

And soon shatter.

Why must we rot?

Leaving our last breathe lingering

On our lover's lips.

Soaking into the soil like spoiled meat,

Disappearing, and leaving nothing but a picture;

A memory.

Why must people leave?

Forever is a lie when it passes through 

Your lips.

Crying becomes as natural as breathing,

And your fingertips mechanically graze the soft

Material left behind.

Crumbs remain of what was a buffet.

Wrinkles overtake and the material stays

Clenched in your cold, bony hands

And that clock keeps ticking away.

Reviews

[Ness of Love]

While reading this, I started to tear up a little bit. These questions are all questions I think of, especially the last one. Time, ticking, clocks, they all go forward, not stopping, which I think makes everything else go forward also..... But this is very good :)

[STAR CHILD]

this is sad but we are spiritual beings having a human experience