No Time To Spare
As I look upon the sunset closing in,
A thought of dread catches me within.
Impaling the shattered remains of my existence.
Catching a glimpse of a lone rose in the distance.
As I pluck a petal from the red;
Soon I see a dream of dead.
Silently looking towards her grave,
I hold a photo unable to be brave.
I see her face back in the past,