Running Out of Time

By Ettare

Inside the looking glass, a girl looked back at me

She looked of many things, none of which I’d be

I saw my darkest shadow, upon the time high noon

And deep inside I wondered if my life was already hewn

I glanced into the water, disappearing in the deep

It frightened me to think that my secrets wouldn’t keep

I peered outside my window, the light quickly slipping away

A greater part of me struggled to keep the night at bay

I glimpsed into the future, bleak with murky grime

And it was then that I’d realized, I’d run out of time