Time Is a Thief
Time is a thief . it stole my joy
away from Me , painted a Friday
with black and gave to me a gift
of pain .
mom was busy thinking of
heaven from her sick bed, all i
did was worry far away as i write
my school test.
students and teachers filled up
the spaces but i was still feeling
lonely .
i dropped my pen and brought
out my tears as i watch my mom
through the hospital window.
her face covered with an oxygen
mask , she was there but she
wasn't there. i was there but i
wasn't there coz time was there
before me. time is a thief it stole
my mom away from me.
Copyright © Benjamin Jesse | Year Posted 2013
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