Time To Come Poem by Stephan van Pinksteren

The worst is yet to come,
It may not be for you.
It may be for some,
For me it's true.

I hate the waiting in my bed
Waiting for the days.
That get me so sad.
Take me away from this place.

It seems time stands still,
The days feel like years.
I lost my life and will,
I've only got my fears.

Hoping that time will pass me by,
Saving me from my sadness.
Trying to figure out this lie,
I turn myself to madness.