Time

Gary Wells

28 Sep, 2012 03:55 PM 
Time is just a site of hand 
 where do people go to die? 
does the sands of your favorite beach
 not echo in your drifting mine, 
does the water ask come in take a dip
 let there be no more. 
Slowly the question comes to mind 
 of a father beating on your door 
   let me in let me in, 
 no your legs are shut tight 
the man standing in front of you is too much to bear    please hear my screams
 please let there be a hero to save me, 
no one comes to answer your pain 
tomorrow is just the start of your torment.
Tags: Pain, Fear, Death
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