My Hour Has Come
© Kapsata

I am lying down under the roof above
This morning, unable to move
The surge of life is fading, what a woe!
My heart is Ceasing to pounce,
fading, like morning dew.

Faced with ultimate truth,
Life is slipping away, is it may be a myth?
Most humbling moments, nothing is mattering.
My eyes are looking, all four corners of my fence,
All...