Death’s Regret
I tire of this death,
I am weary of destruction.
I want nothing more
than to see the end of the day out.
I wish for nightfall
and yearn for explosion.
I ache for the cavernous
to hold me without doubt.
I cannot escape seconds
having none of my own,
and time is a cruel friend
as it only ever leaves me.
Constancy is frozen,
unchanged to the bone,
but I am infinite,
an in-understandable cruelty.
I give relief to the ones that are crying.
I take away the pain of your strife.
I am locked here, while you are escaping.
I am Death. I have no such life.
Quill Aquiver 