Counting The Grains Of Sand
Counting The Grains Of Sand


My time is nearing, worse its racing
I sit, and lie down; Its paining
I need to be strong, but I am crying
It is not over, yet, Just eyes, hoping
Basically, every now and then I am counting,
The grains of sand, of my life, remaining
If I could bring back the clock, tickling
Gradually, one foot of life, lengthening
I look at the empty pages, remaining
Of my life, untouched and unwritten, lying
Unused, well, for death I am but obtaining
My grief, my agony, in my soul, containing&nbs
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One, two three, the seconds of life, vanishing
I breath painfully, are my lungs, crumbling?
No, not this way, my effort to live, subsisting
My life is living, is it my end, prevailing
The doctor nods, dissentient, I am, expiring
Everyone goodbye, with my red eyes, closing
To the other world, I am, departing
My fate, right now, hopelessly, battling
Today, my existence is, erasing
Farewell, in the afterlife, moving
Sorrow, fear of death, annihilating
Blissfully, in elysium, resting