We're All Running out of Space

A companion and side poem to Devin Mitchell Durbin's poem "We"re All Running Out of Time" which can also be found on this website. Give that one a read to grasp this one.

I'll struggle when the Sun is gone,

Light a lonely cigarette and watch

the loose confetti ashes echo into

the growing black

For what's out of time

is also out of space

so should I fall asleep

I would awake in a dream

which is a natural consequence of fate.

And we are all running out of space.

War comes to that garden 

and the among the lilacs we are fighting

for ourselves until the literature of 

flowers is no more and we are left with

only clovers.

Author's Note

This is a side poem to a larger one called "We're All Running Out of Time" by Devin Mitchell Durbin. That one plays a major role in this poem.