Poem: Almost Out

 Where has the time gone.

It used to never end, and we never could find out where it begins.

Wasting away sleeping in the shade, not knowing what the rest of the day would hold.

To listen to the earth rattle and roll, not caring about the storm coming.

Not caring when anything would end.

Just if it begins.

Now it is a different story.

Hunting down the hours to spend a second more with you.

To hear your breath if only for second.

To just seeing you smile, and not knowing if this will be the last time.

Time has almost run out for us.

There is no way for me to rewind the clock.

It is almost time for it to spring forward.

It is almost 1 I wish we could run away before it turns 2.

Poem: Hills of Time

Time is the enemy that we all have.

It is something that drives this life we live.

We try to run from it, but it always catches us.

That is why we this game is called life.

At some point the time will stop.

The darkness can no longer keep us safe.

The hill is only as tall as the mountain behind it.

The way to the top can also lead you to the bottom.

The wind will blow you one way.

It is up to us to figure out what to do with it.

One day could be today, and then tomorrow will never come.

This could be the end and all that is left to be done.

Poem: Time To Go

Never saw the rain fall in the winter.

I only heard the storms at night.

I tried to run and hide, but the sounds only grew louder.

I think to my self where can I go?

This place is an open field, but I feel box in without a single soul.

I look up and I see the storm coming closer.

My dreams to live are running from my will to live.

I have it all it seems, but to me it is nothing at all.

My eyes see something that my heart cannot feel.

I cried all my tears, and I keep trying to cry more.

My thoughts are no longer mine.

The rain is coming down and the storm is getting close.

I keep thinking it is my time to go.