Time is something
I dont have
Time dont belong to me.
It dosent give me time.
I ve ran out of time.
For things to ever be right.
As in comes the night.
The nights of hell.
Time Has gone
Flown the nest.
Time never was really mine.
Now As the time wares thin.
Time will be the end of me.
It will finish me
Time will be the death of me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem