Your BIGGEST enemy

Our first breath leads us into a struggle with our impending death.

The journey is so much more refreshing.
With every day I count my blessings.
Of things that I have taken for granted,
Time is the seed of evil that's planted.

My impending death with such great revere,
I only hope that it is without fear.
Streaming to the world my very last thoughts.
All will smile, even when my heart stops.

The hourglass slowly empties faster.
Each grain of sand consuming its master.
I never thought that I would feel this way,
About my too soon, eerily dismay.

Time is of the utmost value to me.
I am not alone, but I have to see.
It's running out so I'll go now in peace.
With time departed, Heaven grants me ease.

Author's Note

Any reviews/criticisms are appreciated.

Reviews

[Thea]

This was awesome...I love the rhyme scheme...Everything flowed very well...And the idea behind this poem was really interesting...The title caught me up...Great poem...Keep it up!
:)))

[Saleem Little]

Some say it's your best friend, but I don't see how when it's always running out on you...another one of those realities we hate to admit. I thought it was good.

[Ruth]

I think this is well written, reflectively haunting! Time, a tyrant for us all, we have to face the clouds in order to see the sun! Beautiful xoxo