The clock once again… ticking louder
each moment, another lost dream tics by
then my fears come alive,
laughing as I scream out…
while the darkness gets darker inside.
Time now the author of my destruction
each moment, always tainted by time
lost dreams just a wish list,
for a life filled with laughter…
but only more sad days pass by.
The clock once my friend… ticking loudly
each moment, most exciting to live
then the clock turned to night-time,
blindness was to be mine…
and left with nothing more to give.
Each moment adds to moments…make a life-time
till one day just moments will remain
I will greet this time with sadness
but so glad to leave the madness
and a world that for me…
held so much pain.
