Mine are basicly about evrything happening surround me. I make it into poem, Abit of story and a Lifetime meaning for myself. I would write just about everything. I write based on what happen not that something i create on my own...well some of it. we lives once and we don't want to waste it to bits.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Not Much Time.
I'm running out of time,
losing my breath.
My vision is blurry,
and my eyes are heavy.
Not much time left,
before I go down.
My bones become brittle,
my knees are weak.
My hands quiver,
as my palms sweat.
Not much time left,
before I lose myself.
I can't see much,
I'm so light headed.
Spinning around,
Until I collapse.
Not much time left,
before I change.
Pale skin,
and tired eyes.
Reaching out for someone,
there is nothing to grab.
Not much time left,
before I feel utterly alone.
Sitting in a corner,
head in my hands.
Tears soak my face,
darkness is all around.
Not much time left,
before I feel nothing.
Calling out to you,
no response to receive.
I take another breath,
just before my last.
Not much time left,
before I'm gone.
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