The Final Grains Of Time

by Internal Hatred   Dec 22, 2007


Plagued with illness affecting my brain,
Living each day in total and utter pain.

Told that my body's on death row,
The time I have left is running low.

The pains in my chest become ever tight,
Each day that goes by it loses the fight.

My body shaking it never seems to cease,
This illness I know will never leave.

An infinite struggle to catch my breath,
Breathing on my shoulder I can feel death.

Knowing that my body's beyond repair,
The time I have left growing ever rare.

Never knowing whether I'll see tomorrow,
Is there any time left that I can borrow?

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  • 15 years ago

    by Lisa

    I loved the way you ended it with a question!
    powerful statement
    another amazing write great job!

  • 15 years ago

    by Skyfire

    Very, very strong ending.
    "Never knowing whether I'll see tomorrow,
    Is there any time left that I can borrow? "

  • 15 years ago

    by Sora

    This wa sbeautiful yet sad. but filled with emotion on each line. i loved it.

    Never knowing whether I'll see tomorrow,
    Is there any time left that I can borrow?

    i liked those lines the most, a great ending. "Is there any time left I can borrow?"
    that's an interesting question. quite creative. job well done. 5/5.

    -Ashlei.

  • 16 years ago

    by she

    Aah, sad poem, but the end summed it all up perfectly, great job!

  • 16 years ago

    by Mike Wilburn

    Hi Lauren,
    My favorite lines are:

    An infinite struggle to catch my breath,
    Breathing on my shoulder I can feel death.

    Don't fear the reaper

    Mike

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