The Time For Words Poem by Naveed Akram

The time of my end approaches
As the words of my soul have unleashed
Their meaningful worries and delights
For everybody in this living age.

I once found miseries, and more profound
Worries, after the period of doubt.
But words picked my heart with claws
As I worried less of distinction and cure.

To foresee is a look of happiness,
Finding time is happiness for all,
Yet insight is with the tongue
So the words will bite the very heart.