Wednesday, 17 November 2010

Five Minutes

Wondering how long you have got

How long before the fatal blow

No way to try and stop the rot

There is only five minutes to go

Time seems to be going too fast

You always reap what you sow

Nothing is ever meant to last

Only now four minutes to go

Sometimes you hope it is a dream

But you feel the reality grow

Nothing left now but to scream

With now only two minutes to go

The end too soon will come

You feel cold shivers start to grow

It is always the end for some

There are no more minutes left to go


copyright Chris Smith 2009

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