Treasure Island

Ernesto Torres


Not Enough Time


There is never enough time
especially for me
it should be a crime,
but that is not what i see

It seems like a joke
that has been played on me
too see how fast i croak
but that is not what i see

I have felt pain
and love the same
i seem in vain,
but that is not what i see

I see a chance to be
as much as i can be
to live and leave a mark
that can spark

For the future people of the planet
that will read my sonnets
and for a second
live in a life that didn't have enough time

-Humor is nothing but pain in disguise- unknown

Submitted: Wednesday, May 09, 2012

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

i have a disease that will shorten my life quite a bit, and at 15 i found out what i love to do.
write
so i will spend my life doing what i love hopefully it will inspire others to do so.

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