No Time Left
It ate at me.
Then it turned to you.
No one wants to believe or know.
It never leaves.
It makes you feel different.
They say you are well.
But its all a lie.
It sits and waits until you are alone.
Then it knows you are nothing to them.
It turns and says my love you are now mine.
It is in your mind but not your heart.
I want to feel sorrow.
But there is no time.
Copyright © Gloria Williams | Year Posted 2011
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