Twenty-Three Minutes

We have twenty-three minutes to live
The inexorable numbers tick past
We have given the most we can give
And the seconds are running down fast
We have no contact with home
There is no way we can say goodbye
In the end we will each die alone
Wink out in the blink of an eye
We have twenty-two minutes to live
Each breath is becoming a task
Like sands through an eternal sieve
Our lives are away dropping fast
The clock is irrelevant now
As each chest heaves and ratchets in pain
Oh Lords let us end it all now
Whilst we still have the function of brain
We have twenty-one moments to live
But the numbers are clearly a lie
I whisper, my darling forgive
As I cut both my wrists and I die

© jane jago 2017

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