Running Out Of Time Poem by Vendula Katona Krulova
Running Out Of Time
Somewhere deep in my mind
I can feel the fear of hight
You may ask to whom and why
I am turning all around
Walked the line starving alone
Of small talking coffee wine
Skin is dried peel upside down
Facing running out of time
Running out of time
Drinking coffee wine
Talking small no high
Sense of identity
Nobody's there down
Only me and why
Crying days'n'nights
Aloud serenity
Running running running out of time
Wheels are moving on the rails of life
Running running running out of time
Need to stop and think about the rhyme
Running running running out of time
Raven's pecking deep into my eye
Running running running out of time
Curving roads wrinkles are on my crime
Running out of time
Drinking coffee wine
Talking small no high
Sense of identity
Nobody's there down
Only me and why
Crying days'n'nights
Aloud serenity
Running running running out of time...
Vendula Katona Krulova, What a bowl of contrasting emotion all leading to the same reality of time moving down, down, down. Heavy and rather haunting. You made your point well.....................Blessings to you....................Kathy
Sense of identity. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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4/25/2024 11:35:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
maybe you should switch to decaffeinated? bri :)