Time becomes my enemy.
Not enough of it,
Too much sorrow,
Too many wasted tomorrows.
I long for eternity.
What is to become of me?
I think that I am out of my mind.
Time always leaves me,
I am left sitting here
Wondering, worrying about the day
And what time will bring my way.
Will my words indeed just fade away?
Am I just some faint memory?
Time remains my enemy,
Time never sets me free.

10/04/2009

Author's Note: ... I should just leave the clocks alone.....

Posted on 10/04/2009
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