The Last Numbered Four

Hey All.

Here's my last four for Lent.

I've enjoyed this journey and I hope anybody who has come upon this journal does as well.

I've grown some as a writer I like to think.

13 minutes, let's do this thang
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37

The clock struck.
Midnight?
No.  Never shall midnight come to pass.
A day eternal, a life of withdrawal.

Empty?
Nay!  Simplicity.
He, like the day, cannot end.
Both lacking methods of completion,
Alone in suffering.

I, their champion!
Right from wrong.
I will train the clock,
So it may strike midnight once again.

As for He?
Beyond saving.
I reach for him,
Receiving no response.
His wheels are turning,
His cogs are spinning.
I cannot fix Him without His help.

The human machine is still a mystery.
I call upon God to save my friend.
No response.

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38

Today is the end.
An ending quite fitting.
Sometimes, water droplets
Stop flowing.

In their place, find
A clogged drain.
No middle ground.
No safety.
No normality.

Water droplets trickle
Out of my sink.
Like my life force, infinite supply...
Yet a sink can be turned off.

My life force flows out.
I cannot contain it.
That control is what I need.
Please, plant the seed.
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39
Four minutes until death,
My warning.
He came and went, Death.
A first visit of many.

Three.
Little time remaining.
No time to say goodbye.
Begin the weeping.

Two.
A beating heart
Goes into convulsions.
I've pictured this before,
Experience however is new.

One.
It hurts to move this pencil.
I shall end on a high note.
At least I had fun.
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40

Dates matter not.
Only what happened.
Memories confuddled,
Stories sold off.

Murky waters.
Murky like my mind.
My vision fading, too.
At last the day ends.

Never thought it would come.
Peace in the silence.
Peace in the darkness.
Peace in solitude.