A Poem.

I love writing poetry. It helps me get rid of the crap that goes round and round in my brain that sometimes prevents my creativity. This is a bit of self indulgence, so I appreciate that this may not be the sort of thing you would want to read on a site such as this. However, I feel that this sort of writing is a big help. Try it. You can keep them to yourself or put them out there, its a great feeling when someone says they have read it and they relate to it.

Seconds to go..

I am 15023750400 seconds old.

with only 11352960000 seconds to go.

what have I done?

what have i achieved?

where has the time gone?

wasted in black moods

wasted seconds on feeling sorry for myself.

the seconds tick

i can feel each and everyone of them

hurtling to my fate

like a lemming on prozac

fuck!

another 68 seconds gone

thats over a minute

what have I done?

Only11352959910 seconds to go

why didnt i loose weight

maybe add a few seconds more

even hours, dare i say it?

another 30 seconds

i need to write this faster

if i dont

i will be wasting precious seconds

time i could be doing something else

But what?

Only 11352959838 seconds to go

its really getting me down

each second passes in a very slow blink of an eye

stop blinking, thats it.

If I keep my eyes open

time will stand still

i wont get older

no more grey hairs and love handles.

Only 11352959763 seconds to go

my eye trick didnt work

damn

damn you time.

I need more of you.

Just give me back the years wasted in doom and gloom

i want the time back the black dog stole

the time i never smiled

give it back.

Only 11352959700 seconds to go

i never got those seconds back.

300 seconds since i started this

what else should I have done?

why am I wasting my seconds

Shit

Life is so short.

Only 11352959615 seconds to go.......