A box full of poems

Inches to death

Inches to death

As years go by,

you realise that all has been a lie,

each tree bearing fruit,

is rude.

As you realise that 16 years have gone by,

you are tongue- tied.

Living in a farce has always been a task,

looking at "pleasure ",

a way to end your misery.

Now it's time to take off your mask.

As you realise that 15 minutes have gone by,

you sigh.It's going to be all over soon.

"pick it up!" "pick it up!"

You touch the manufactured product,

small, white, but deadly.

Your mind is in a frenzy, spirit awaiting,

body no-where.

As one minute has passed by,

it's time.

You put it into your mouth, encased

in your heart and soul.

It's going to be all over soon, soon.

You're tired, you feel sleepy.

You doze,deep into the darkness,

to eternity as you are inches,

closer to death.