Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

DE XXIV

YES TIME TO MYSELF,

WERE I CAN SIT ON THE SHELF OF LIFE,

WATCHING MY LIFE RUN BY,

ITS TIME I STOPPED RUNNING AFTER IT,

LET IT COME TO ME ,

CAUSE IS THAT NOT THE WAY ITS MEAN'T TO BE,

LETS FINISH WITH THE DRINK,

AN SIT AN THINK OF ALL I WILL HAVE

WHEN I STOP THE DEMONS AN DOUBTS,

LEAVE THEM BEHIND FOREVER,

I DON'T WANT OR NEED THESE Ds,

THIS TIL THE END I CAST,

THIS SPELL FOR THIS IS ME.

Request permission to use this poem
d
Written by
darren-laird
Irish
Published
Mar 8, 2010
Lines·Words
13·85
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell darren-laird how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write