Time
by Ken Burbage
Email  (limptera13@msn.com)

what’s deep and dark and black inside

it haunts you till the end of time

what you do, comes back forever

you can’t hide, not now or ever

look at its face you try to run

you turn around this is no fun

face painted white or even black

make it easy and just turn back

in the air and up above

you see the flight of a single dove

you look down you see a crow

it still doesn’t matter where you go

when your there it will be too

there’s surely nothing you can do

every corner and ever street

it will always have you beat

you feel the pain of falling death

next you know you have cold breath

the haunting stops it is your time

death is now so come inside