Time Is Running Out Poem by Claudia Krizay

Pale as a sheet of ice upon the wooded trail
Early in the morning on a winter’s day at sunrise
You are lying lifeless, your eyes closed to the world around you;
If you were to come to life you would be
Looking into my eyes wide open,
My mind being your tragic literature-
The sun rests low behind the mountains,
The grass is greener than a polished emerald
Reflecting light so frighteningly bright that
It has become a mirror in which I can see my own eyes
Stunningly terrified echoed in the dewdrops-
Time is running out for me-
I believe that the end is near-
Time is running out as my tears hit the ground
In staccato rhythm as I am trying to figure
Why life has been a catastrophic musical - once hope gave me reason to persevere-
The imaginary clock only I can see tells me it is early morning and
All I can see is bleeding flesh through a multitude of tears-
My time is running out and the cold wind blows
The leaves upon the trees surrounding-
God’s eyes are upon me and all I can do is ask
Will I go to heaven when my heart
Makes its final beat and will my shadow remain by my side?
Hell is here on earth and I have lived a life of persecution,
Terror and dismay as I am constantly standing upon a cliff
On the brink of disaster- I am none but a lost soul and I still see my reflection
Through my tears as I cry out in fear- if I were a bird I would
Spread my wings and fly away from this planet earth to
A safer haven if one exists- I realize now that the lifeless figure before me is
None but an image of the angry, suspicious person I truly am-
The sun shows its face above the mountaintops as the trees shiver in the wind-
Time is running out and I am at death’s door-
Time is running out for me and I have been robbed of my spirit-
Hope has been snuffed out and time is running out-
As I listen to the voices only I can hear and as I look into the eyes of a ghost-
I see the hands upon that phantasmal clock spinning out of control-
Time is running out today but I can still see the sun-
Time is running out, and the sun will fall behind the mountains when dusk sets in
Leaving me in the darkness- time shall run out but tomorrow-well-
Tomorrow is another day…

Claudia Krizay