Time
Time, it presses heavily down,
Reminding me how much little,
Time we have left,
It creeps up in the dark corners of my mind,
And haunts my dreams,
It’s hard to enjoy myself when,
Time stretches its fingers and,
Paints grey hair,
Sketches lines of age,
And stiffens limbs,
Memories lay forgotten,
At the bottom of my mind,
And chances slip by unseen as,
Time races by.
Reminding me how much little,
Time we have left,
It creeps up in the dark corners of my mind,
And haunts my dreams,
It’s hard to enjoy myself when,
Time stretches its fingers and,
Paints grey hair,
Sketches lines of age,
And stiffens limbs,
Memories lay forgotten,
At the bottom of my mind,
And chances slip by unseen as,
Time races by.
♠ ♠ ♠
A simple lyrical poem that we had to do for a creative writing assisnment. We were encouraged to get feedback in other places, so let me know what you think. (: