Death waits uneasily
Impatiently…
Tapping his icy cold sharp fingers
Against the glass…
As the sands of time run away
Wondering where I am…
Forgetting
I am always late…
Lucky Me!
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Death waits uneasily
Impatiently…
Tapping his icy cold sharp fingers
Against the glass…
As the sands of time run away
Wondering where I am…
Forgetting
I am always late…
Lucky Me!
I can feel the emotions in this poem! Nice job!
such clear and delightful descriptions!