As I looked upon her, the hourglass tipped
And I knew my time was running out.
I lay there, thinking of all the things I could've said,
Somehow, missing the one thing I wished to say.
And as I slipped away into the ever-growing darkness,
I screamed those words I longed to say
Knowing they would never leave my mouth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
slipped into the darkness screaming words that never left your mouth. Ouch. I'd have ended up with a limp. Were you standing or laying? A little confused here. An interesting read though. Could probably use a rewrite, but so could everything I've ever scribbled down on a sheet of paper. Thanks for sharing. As always, Keep Writing.