Time Poem by Vanessa Stallings

Has Time has kept me a prisoner and I cannot escape?
or can I?

I complain there isn't enough time to do all I need to do
Yet somehow I always finish with Time to spare

Time with them is what I wished for when they died to soon
but I never took the time to go visit

Always tired when its Time for me to wake up
but it seems time has passed and I never went to sleep

If Time never stops how is there not enough of it?

It took all this time to realize it's me I cannot escape
It's my own fault I sit in this prison doing

Time!