Temporary

I think I’m dead

Or maybe I’m not

But I feel like a flower

Shriveling in its pot

Like the gleaming stars

That disappear in the day

I’m dissolving bit by bit

While losing my way

My fingertips are snapping

Like the icicles at the pole

I cannot see any footsteps

I can never feel whole

I’m number thirteen on the clock

I’ve been thrown out of existence

The time has killed my passion

Along with my persistence

Destroy me one the battlefield

For my years are running low

In this belligerent world

I’m like a fire in the snow