Timed

My newest poem.

Timed

Each day is another day wasted
I long for a secret that's undiscovered
My hour glass is gradually running out
The cells of my body losing more life

Desire overcomes my mind and desperation
I've spent a life's long research for nothing
I think of the words ''life'' long
Does that mean what I seek is not life?

Well that something can't be known until the day....
If I shall see.......if it's even possible.......
I wonder if it will be known to I and others
I must end this now because every second counts