We're All Running Out of Time.A Poem by Devin Mitchell DurbinA poem written after a weekend of growth and ideals.
When do you cut corners
and make a hit and run? When do you apply the ointment to the place you were cut? When do you take a moment to pull out your gun and look into the future and shoot into the dark and take a leap of faith that would open up the Earth? When the sun goes down what are you thinking of? Where do you go when you fall asleep? Is your heart in knots trying to piece itself back together after you've got cut into pieces and you've only made it worse as you try to rub salt in a wound instead of love and compassion you fill it with rations of vineger and wine. We are all running out of time. We are all running out of time. We are all running out of time. What will you do when the world comes crashing halting to an end? Who is going to be looking back at you in the evening when the clock strikes twelve? Will you be a person you can believe in a human being that has added to the course of our existance? Will you have saved lives or destroyed lives. Will you have become part of the overall problem? What would you do, if God came down right now Who would you be? Where will your guilt get you when you look back at this moment? Where will your heart be when the sun turns black? Not that I'm trying to guilt you a choice is a choice and we made our choice in the garden so we have to fight ourselves to save ourselves because selfishness will prevail. Who will you choose to be will effect everything that we have and everything our peers will have too. What will you do? We're all running out of time. © 2015 Devin Mitchell DurbinReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 21, 2015 Last Updated on January 21, 2015 Tags: contemplation, inner-self, life, growth, God, Doomsday, end of the world, self reflection Author
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