So much going on, so little time.
Not enough hours in the day.
To deal with all this pain.
Not enough time to fix what's wrong.
Not enough time to heal these wounds.
There's only one person I want to talk to right now...
But she doesn't care.
She knows I'm here.
But I know she does not see me.
Yet so far
"I and my Annabelle Lee"
Poetry seals the hurts
Stops the blood from flowing
But it's not enough
To keep these demonic winds from blowing...
Too Much by Deadly Monarch
Poetry » Life Rated: T, English, Poetry, Words: 97, Published: 3/4/2004