Time's Unreality Poem by Maya Robena
Time's Unreality
Gone is the time,
When my love was free,
Clock's fast chime,
Adds up the fee,
The hate and the anger,
Builds as the clock ticks,
Turning to a deep red danger,
As the devils tricks,
Your heart into love,
Which he then will crush,
Raven painted to be dove,
To make the reality hush,
Silence the voice,
(That clears,)
Not given a choice,
To stop the tears.
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