Doctor Who Poetry...

Poem 12: Regeneration

Seeping through the veins,

He couldn’t end like this.

But this reaction is not one to contain.

There was so much more he that he could do.

But his time must come,

But what he thought was completely and utterly true.

It was ending all too soon.

But he had some time left,

He must make it back by noon.

I will miss you all.

Good bye Jack, good bye Rose.

Goodbye to everyone who heard my call.

The golden sigh passed his lips.

Time is running out.

The pain came like a succession of whips.

Flinching in agony and sorrow.

He crawled to his TARDIS alone.

He will be a new man by tomorrow…