No Set Time Poem by Benjamin Wiche

Life faces threat,
When there is no breath,
Fearing for the debt,
Only collected by death,
Faced by the heat,
Flips all It's sheet,
Pondering on what will be left,
The pressure makes it fret,
The heart becomes so wet,
So much pain is been felt,
What can quench this thirst,
This call it must reject,
Doing its best,
To survive from this pest,
All the struggle in sweat,
For survival's quest,
Trying to be sure first,
It will attain a place of rest,
Never remains quiet,
Checking its target,
Hoping there are no regrets,
From all it had to let,
Shivering for its not set,
To end the test,
Fighting to protect,
That which the cold hands want to collect...