Time

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Time

My head is aching, the time is near
The weird man whispered in my ear
You will die he tells me so
But I will pick the time you go

His eyes are void, and voice was low
As if the man, didn't have a soul
Reaching out to feel my blood
Breathing deep as a buck in rut

Blood rushes to my feet,and I soon fall
Try to run, but I just stall
White flashes seize so strong
Heart is pounding short and long

Tears running down my face
I wipe them off, in disgrace
Look at my hands to see the sight
Covered with blood, that's not right

Suddenly peace will grip my mind
And I will leave this life behind
It's all over and now I'm free
I'll live in heaven for eternity




 

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Morris’s Poems (64)

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UNILLUMINATED 0
DARKNESS 0
Beggars Lament 0
CLARITY 0
DARKNESS 0
HEART SONG 0
Told U! 0
The Forgotten 0
Innocence 0
Welcome 1
Nevermore 1
Majestic 0
Strength 0
The Good Heart 0
Lights 0
"Emi" 0
Time 0
Nearly Lost 0
The Promise 0
Lone 0
Grace 0
Solitude 0
Free 0
Moon 1
Tragedy 0
Dreamer 1
Foreboding 1
Escape 2
My Girl 1
Awaken Sweet One (G) 1
VOID 0
Behold 0
Future Past? 0
Random 0
Vision 0
SAY WHAT? 0
TRUTH. 0
IMAGINE 0
SHADOWS 0
CRYIN FOR YOU 0
"I" 1
BEFORE 0
MAESTRO 2
MY DOG 1
ETERNAL LIGHT 0
LIFETIME 0
Rhythm of Time 2
SPORT OF LIFE 2
Sign Of The Times 7
FADE 8
SHELL 2
Requiem For Life 2
MIDNIGHT 1
Light in Heavan 4
Nightmare 1
Why 12
INSANE 3
End Lust 0
FINAL ILLUSION 1
Tactician 0
Lonely 0
Atheist 3
Toe Jam 8
CHOOSE 3