letters (within time)

I try to reason my desire for running endless marathons with finish lines at the edge of the cliff and dive down with hope for safe landing, each time…
…time, like a tombstone
weights heavily on my mind

I saw a butterfly, dead
on the pavement,
one wing ripped by violence.
I saw a mother-bird
pushed a baby from the nest
and let it die
on her watch.

The clock stopped...
and time trembled,
when a man pulled the trigger
and sent a bullet
into a child’s head.

The wall of time crushed me
and I wept on my knees,
as I watched the moon fall
through the eyes of the last human alive.
© 2011 by Nina K Orlovskaya