Despair of Time

Staring blankly in the ceiling,

lying sedentary on the bed frames

with thin, soft mattress to lie on,

ignoring every ringing noises,

knocking the life out of the empty gaze.

Motions are doddery in one's legs,

feeling all the weight going down the shape,

standing as if everything will fall apar,

like an old entity coming of age,

weary and lifeless, describe the image.

Warmth and rays from the rising sun

hit straight on the face with dull eyes.

The day has just began but feels like it's reaching its end;

absence of enthusiasm is too worrying—

too late to get ahead of what seems like nothing.

Time fleets like a flash;

moments wasn't long enough.

Cherish all the memories you want to last,

save every second before it became ashes,

as being alone is too tough.