closer

these tired hands reach out for momentary bliss
an orgasm for the touch
a timid virgin of broken innocence
a wilting flower,
burning in the sun.

there are so many questions to be answered
they get caught on the back of the tongue
never to be spit out,
fading like every
other memory.

as tired as it seems, it makes no difference-
nothing changes.
everything changes.

at times, it's too much to bear.
like being naked in the dark:
you're exposed
but no one
notices.

every breath is a whimper,
every tear is a shame,
every minute
brings us that much closer
to the end.

so many questions
that no one has the answer to.
so many violations
we must endure.

only so many breaths until we expire.

there doesn't seem to be enough time to wait.