A Lament Poem by HudaM DeGratePoet

Years gone by,
The angels, on me, silently spy.
Hands of the clock have jammed,
In this satanic Heart!
Lost is the value of the past!
Agony and doom, I'm desperate!
Had I learnt to be time's servant!
For surely it would be mine,
The taste of victory!
Alas! I'm on the verge!
Of letting go these goals!
Never shall again I dream,
Never shall these eyes twinkle,
But grow old in time's clever game!
And spare the consequence,
I shall never again dream!