Okay, here is my first! Have you ever had a time in your life when everything was upside down? You wanted the week to be over, but you had so little time to do so much? That's what this poems about. I wrote it when I was 11, so give me a break:
Time
Time passes with remarkable speed,
too much or too little, rarely what I need
Endless days go by blindingly fast,
as if tomorrow's already the past
Night falls and I drift to sleep,
and perhaps I drift down just to deep
for when I awake, decades have passed
this concept of time I mustn't have grasped
conceited time is neither fair nor kind
as it wrecks and toys with the clock in my mind
this force is brutal and wares me down
I'm ever aware of the wretched ticking sound
will this eternal ticking ever cease?
shall it come to an end, and leave me in peace?
Time is becoming my poison and bane
I feel one day it will drive me insane
I believe this sorrow will remain in my heart
and only at death will we ever part.
How was that? ^_^
