When my last day turns into my last hour, what will remain of me?
When my last hour turns into my last breath, will there be anything left?
What will I have made of all these years? What story will be told in those mourning tears?
As the sun sets in my spirit and no dawns remain, I simply pray not a single second will have been in vain.
Let there be nothing undone, when night finally comes.
First Written – 2/8/2021
Taylor Ruby's 