A work in progress.......... ?

So I sit and contemplate on my life's little in perfections, and wonder why the noose seems to tighten but does not end my demise…..

The demise of ones self , sitting , motionless, while life moves with no remorse.

Can life in itself set every waking moment, does it sit and press buttons on how my destiny will end.

For in one brief second it can be erased away, snuffed out and reposed.

How does one cope with such lifeless implements ? Knowing that one day we shall meet our fate.

Anxious, exhausted, and depleted we live out our days…… and only the few with no disturbance.

So I sit and contemplate on my life , and I try to understand why I must face all these unknowing battle's of absolute nothing.

Feeling unenthusiastic, I ask myself," Am I still a work in progress? "

As every thread tightens just a little more around my neck until the air has been exhaled from every cell and my finger tips go numb.

I hang around and wait patiently for my end.