Time seems to be going at a snail’s pace
and to show anyone, I don’t have a face.
I am unsure as to what direction it’ll take
and so, from this sleep, I don’t want to wake.
My body, from long, has started to feel weary
I know not, myself, how I am going to carry.
What all I’ve to endure to go onto rake
and so from this sleep, I don’t want to wake.
Though for some memories, I’ll feel glad
but what all wrongs I did, leaves me sad.
A lot of mistakes, follies, I went to make
and so, from this sleep, I don’t want to wake.
I can see that eternally I’ve to live with shame
as in some ways, I have disgraced my name.
All this and more has gone to cause a lot of ache
and so, from this sleep, I don’t want to wake.
No comments:
Post a Comment