No Time to Spare

December 20, 2011
By Gregory922 BRONZE, Hillsboro, North Dakota
Gregory922 BRONZE, Hillsboro, North Dakota
1 article 0 photos 0 comments

Winter the time when the leaves and grass dies
My time is slowly fading away
For the end is near and I still have not made you happy
I need more time
But there is no time to give
This land turns from a brilliant green
Dies out in to a total waste land of white
With life buried underneath
Soon the land will be a barren frozen ice cube
I still try to make you happen
The mornings grow bright
Like the light at the end of the tunnel
I have tried to make you happy
For my time is at its end

Similar Articles


This article has 0 comments.


MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!