* An Hourly Game

An hour to your name
As last judgment past
No family left to say
No final goodbye
You move to it slowly
Knowing he a waits
They tie you in emotionless and at a steady pace
There you lay of witnesses to arrive
And behind the glass they come in one line
All are setting down but not all will get up
When energy pulses you’re sole gives up
All leave but the one now
The one who played the hourly game
And didn’t make it out