a freshj poem with no editing or anything done to it....pure, unlike my soul
Time flows by like a river
Smoothly sailing onward
On the surface of my body.
Constantly itching and pestering
The blood in my veins
Carries the bomb of my soul
My life is forever suspended in time
Awaiting the moment of praise
Have you ever wondered why…
In a dream you can touch a fallen sky?
It is always cold, shivering with death
That has gathered through all the millennia.
My time is up
I feel it in my bones
I feel it in my thoughts
With the last of my energy I seek the clock.
9:18 The last I see, tick-tock tick-tock