My Time Poem by Timothy Long

My time has come, but not yet passed, the pain has left me with just a feeling of emptiness and great dread, the end you realize you got yourself and family to see the past cannot be repeated, so many regret in such little time, not sure if life is just being dead inside from how cruel it is, but as time comes and goes but not soothingly in death as we must and with for better in life, midnight is coming where sunset cannot go, the heart will go on in passion as the green light shows in a mysterious way that nobody knows, the place of a man lost in time, only dust will remain when death comes with life born again as if a testament and faith to time, feeling torn in what is wrong or right if only time could tell, my time has yet to finish, of what I do not know, maybe I will never will.