Losing And Living Poem by Payal Priya

Drop by drop
The ice melts to nothing.
Slowly the sun fades
And sets;
Minute by minute
I seem to be losing.
The blue sky turns black
The ocean dries
The season changes
Dark, cold winters arrive.
Minute by minute
Time passes and I stand still.
Watching the moving hands of the clock,
Staring at the grimy furniture
The thatched wall
Seeing patterns in the smoke,
My constellations are lost.
Minute by minute
I am losing all
Hoping there is His design in every loss
I am living,
Marching past every ground that I lost.