My Hammer Falls

My life bleeds away, one breath at a time.

This countdown a constant stactic in the back of my thoughts.

How I yearn to be free of my hours being spent in other’s endeavors.

Selling my moments cheap. So very cheap.

How rich am I in seconds left to draw breath? It’s better, I think, that I don’t know.

Else my yearning for freedom, freedom to spend my moments as I choose, may instead become an anger at not being able to do so.

Soon, so very very soon, I will take my hammer and slam it down.

A loud punctuation, an ending, of what I’ve done and been, and a loud declaration of what I will do and be.