Time

The air is cement, sliding down my throat,

Mixing with my words and coating my lungs –

Each breath is thicker than the one before

Until I am combusting with darkness –

Not oxygen or water or regret – just

Darkness.

I did not realise it had become so late so soon,

That the blackness of the sky was an ending –

Not just a cloudy obscuration of the daylight.

Tell me, do you know what your life has meant?

If I had wondered, I’d have guessed it all before,

But, in those seconds, all I wanted

Was each breath to feed me like the last –

To become consumed in an ocean so vast –

I did not even notice the time pass.

 

By Hazel MacMahon

 

Hazel MacMahon is a Junior Sophister Business and Sociology student. She is mesmerised with the written word and hopes to leave an impact on those who read her work. Her poetry often deals with themes of love, death, and wonder. She is inspired by the darkness of Sylvia Plath, but also by the light of Mary Oliver.