Time is Ticking

Can you feel it?
It’s growing stronger every day.
That feeling of existential dread
Which rises from the darkest depths of your mind,
Bubbling to the surface of your thoughts,
And spilling into consciousness
As ink to the page of a writer's will.
You know it all too well...
That feeling of malaise you brush away
Like a fly from your plate,
Or a mosquito, buzzing in your ear.
Like an incessant internal itch
Which can never be scratched,
The inevitability of death brings an urgency to life
That I can’t seem to shake.
With no guarantee of another day,
How can we waste our lives away
Pursuing empty endeavors,
Depriving ourselves of pleasures,
When life could be so much better?
Written by NewBeginnings
Author's Note
There is no guarantee that any of us will see tomorrow. Spend your time wisely...
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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