Poem: Time To Go

Never saw the rain fall in the winter.

I only heard the storms at night.

I tried to run and hide, but the sounds only grew louder.

I think to my self where can I go?

This place is an open field, but I feel box in without a single soul.

I look up and I see the storm coming closer.

My dreams to live are running from my will to live.

I have it all it seems, but to me it is nothing at all.

My eyes see something that my heart cannot feel.

I cried all my tears, and I keep trying to cry more.

My thoughts are no longer mine.

The rain is coming down and the storm is getting close.

I keep thinking it is my time to go.