Waste

My days are numbered,
With every minute,
Every step,
Every breathe.
With every passing moment,
Death comes closer,
Preparing to lunge its icy,
Cold,
Dark,
Bony hand,
Into my heart,
Into my soul.

While I take life forgranted,
While I sit here and watch life go by,
I'm wasting my life,
I hide behind myself,
Never doing what I want,
Too afraid of the consequences.

Although I know the consequences of continuing the way of life I live,
To pay the debt that all men pay before the time has come.