Time is running out

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The hour glass is pouring its sand to the other side and 

You’re sitting in front of me. 

There’s a candle lit and the shadows it makes 

On your face, nay, 

The way it highlights your face, every inch and corner like someone sat down and painted you whilst you sat 

Still 

Gazing 

Calm 

Smiling 


I don’t think you can see me 

I’m a ghost of a past you left in the past and never tried to bring to the present 

Leave the past in the past, they say, but 

How could you not even try to bring me to your present bring me to my present because now I lay dead and cold 

Fluttering away grey and 

Translucent 


I see you 

I see all of you 

But you see through me 


I have panic written all over my face 

I glance at the hour glass and then at you 

I asked for one last chance to look at you 

To try and get you to bring me to your present 

I wait, anticipating

Every twitch of an eye every move of a muscle startles me 

Anxiety flows in me like blood 

(Is it blood anymore than it is anxiety?) 


Time is running out 

I should leave this seat and let someone else take it but I feel glued to it I feel glued to it I feel glued to it 

Why is there humanity still left in me? 

How is there humanity still left in me? 

Isn't ghostliness about inhumanity? 


Questions are brimming 

You don't say anything

Breaths are fast heartbeat, faster

You don’t say anything 

The last grain of sand has fallen into the heap 

You don’t say anything 

I’m forcefully taken away 

You don’t say anything 

They throw me off the building 

You don’t say anything 

My death, you saw, you conquered.

I see why you never said anything.

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