Time Runs Out by Madisen Bellon (Pennsylvania, 26)

I find myself looking up at the skies’
pearlescent cotton ball clouds waltzing
slow and steady, lazing along riding
wind currents. Birds are snaking through cloud-capes
twirling around. Free, with no concept
of time. But do they know deep down in their
bird brains that every second of life
beautiful life, love, nature, all of it
are temporary things that surround us
in our lives, but not in our deaths. We have
so little time to live, no time to think
about what comes next. The timer ticks…ticks
away every day. What can I do
before I run out of time? What can I--


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Madisen Bellon is a poet and fiction writer. She is the founder and Editor in Chief for Cosmic Daffodil Journal. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, birdwatching, and playing video games. ​