Best Poems Written by Fatima Leen

My Time Is Up

Im spinning clock wise by the second it changes yet my minutes feels so slow my hours has left me.for my tuner is wind so tight .my numbers are fading my walls are are tarnish yet my motor is strong it works as well as it did when i was created,yet my fuctions are not working with me im try to adjust but my arms are rusty .i dont want to be thrown or become pick apart i know if some one would just see me for what i was and what i am now they would know how hard i try to work like i use to but now i who would pay attention to my needs. no one this i know for see i feel and notice,that everybody passes me by and notice the digital for it is new,beautiful and has nothing wrong with it

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