Counting down, almost done
Time left is almost none
The hours and minutes pass
Good old days are fading fast
Running out
Boredom here, living trapped
Now my passed has elapsed
If I loosen my grip
I can feel it start to slip
Running out
The one thing I said I’d never do, is end up feeling like this
Still trying not to give up before I call it quits









hello dearest Keith I hope it gets better for you great write ❤️
It’s all good. Thanks Brenda. xox
Powerfully penned, Keith. A very deep write my friend. Excellent execution as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
Deep into the dark, unknown realms of our psyche. Thanks dude!