Time Wasted Away
If time to waste
Is time to spend
Then I have none
To defend.
Hours too short;
The minutes too long.
It doesn’t make sense
For I do no wrong.
This torment
Will always last
Unless for those
That act fast
And be rid of a life
They didn’t want to live
And ask God for time
He’s too selfish to give.
Time, Time,
And none to spend
With no way for it
To amend.
Wasted away
In a pit of sorrow,
Lost without Time,
With none to borrow.
Only have hours
Perhaps even less
Before I’m consumed
In silent darkness.
No more Time
And no more light,
My soul is too tired
To even fight,
Maybe spending my last hours
Creating this rhyme
Before the very end
Of my wasted Time.
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