Mortality is the sinking feeling
of checking a clock on a Saturday
and wondering where the hours went.
Mortality is the broken cry
of love unrequited.
Mortality is standing in a library
and knowing there's far too much
for you to read it all.
Mortality is hoping that you'll be a footnote
in the databanks of some future supercomputer
that gets referenced once in a blue moon.
Mortality is a rich crimson rose
grown from tears and muck.
Mortality is worth the pain.
21 January 2023