• way115 25w

    The Club

    Day by day.
    My life circles closer.
    To the number so many have been lost to.
    Life keeps inching me away.
    Into the idea.
    That it may go away.
    I think about the countless others.
    Who have gone before their time.
    Day by day it gets closer.
    Time is escaping away.
    Leaving the palms of my hands.
    Through the cracks in my fingers.
    The sand slips away.
    I lay in bed and wonder.
    If it may be my number.