Sins

Growing old does not change any sins

Sins
A silver clock reflects the light,
I stare and fidgit, and then I bite,
my sore lip as it starts to bleed,
give me time, I beg and plead!

Time is running, running fast.
I chase and chase but speed doesn't last,
I can't catch up, although I try,
my skin screws up as I start to die.

I'm old, I'm frail, there is no cure,
when you're so close to heavens door,
I am scared, I will not lie,
I'm flying through the dark blue sky.

Why are the gates shut so tight?
Why is there fire in the skys tonight?
I knock, I bang, I ring the bell!
Invite me through the gates of hell.

Author's Note

Any feedback welcome.

Reviews

Ver powerfull and beautiful writing

[I Shred This Cabbage]

a fast paced piece, interesting and very engaging. well done friend!

[Chris]

A fun and teasing write

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

This was quite loveable, I mean it has an immediacy and a spontaneity that I Find young and free.

[James Paulin]

I like the theme and the purposeful rhymes. It stumbles on doesn't (perhaps won't would work). I have felt this way at times myself until I realized I was created for a higher purpose which I at times aspire and achieve and at times fail miserably. Heaven and hell are ultimate states of contentment essentially, in my view.

[Distant horizons]

again, beautiful flow and so well written. 97