Time Poem by Scarlett Voight

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick
The clock reads...eleven
Time it dies away, slowly fading to Gray
None which can be returned to me
But memories leave that time not forgotten
Good, bad most of which brought me here
I sit, stand, breath in, out, in
Thump, Thump, Thump
My lifes blood cerculates
My heart flutters
My skin, it shutters
I wait for my growing imperfections to take me
It is my God who sees who I am
He saves me, washes me clean
Time? I'm no longer afraid
It can gladly leave here, melting into the past
My imperfections wont last