Finality

Gaps in flat evening clouds
the view through my
window.
Breath of life
spreading up the
glass.
Afraid of time
my eyes full of
tears
a reflection so soon aged
it tells the
tale

That the door opens
only to close
behind us.
One foot in the grave from birth
Always
stepping that way
as though life were a
farce,
wearing at once white and black.

If
you were my constant springtime
tell me why you made a mockery
of death
only to die?
Even the birds are trapped in
the sky
Do you see them beaten down?