The Finitude of Time (Poem)

we are haunted by the invisible hourglass,

a reminder that our time here on Earth is finite,

and Death is a certainty, no matter what form it takes

we are overfed with cliches like,
 'Life is fragile, so treat each day as a gift,'

yet, in the face of the mundane and repetitive,

it is far easier to forget our limited control

we assume the luxury to face Death on our own terms,

sweeping our fears under the rug

it is only when Death suddenly hits close to home, unexpected and tragic

that this knowledge gets thrown into sharp relief, cutting us quick to the heart,

leaving us to bleed our vulnerability in the midst of incomprehensible chaos