I’m running out of time,
And I’m losing my mind.
It seems nothing ever goes my way.
I feel this way every day.
The sand begins to fall,
There’s no more time to make a call.
It’s crashing down all around me,
I’ve stopped my wishful thinking.
The truth is finally here,
It’s been missed the past year.
The end of time is near,
And so are my tears.
I’m running out of time,
And I’m losing my mind.
My passion is left behind,
And my sight is rendered blind.
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A Collection of Poetry Book Three
PoetryContains poems, most of which will be highly personal. It will also include poetry about experiences and ideals. Will contain 100 poems when finished. {Poetry / Short Story}
