Time Is Up

#Poetry

#Poetry

I can’t go back

Even though it’s nothing compared to the troubles they bare

I can’t go back

To the prison in which I’ve been living

As the sorrow has faded as I have stayed away

I realized I’m better off without the decay

My soul has been uplifted and restored

But the confusion of how to end it has soared

What do I do and how do I end it

How can I leave on a good note that’s respected

Lost on this decision, I wait and wait

Til the clocks stops ticking

Times up, checkmate