The heart skips a beat,

It comes.

Comes to devourer me,

Caught.

Eyes stare forward,

Unblinking.

Neither here, nor there do I see,

Clarity.

The summers forest.

Blood.

It stains' the grass, and turns the earth under me.

Death.

A possibility or a certainty.

Inhale.

Time flows steadily,

Now.

Things to do today,

Step.

Best to make the most of it I say.

Of Beautiful Life