It’s getting dark, the sun’s going down.
Winter’s around the corner.
Fields are turning brown.
Won’t be long
I’ll be a skeleton
hobbling around
trying to type with boney fingers
carrying a cranium full of memories
with vacant eye sockets
staring at wishes.
Won’t be long
and I’ll be just one more
of those people dying
who have never died before.
Image by: Kıvanç Niş