One minute you're here, the next minute you are not. <br /> In an instant the clock will stop, what was present now is past. <br /> Nothing really ever last? <br /> Express myself, make sense of things, <br /> Just like the singer longs to sing, <br /> Language and Arts will set me free, <br /> bringing me Poetry. <br /> Just to exist is not for me. <br /> I want to leave a part of me. <br /> Those who hear and those who see <br /> turn chaos into dignity. <br /> The clock will stop, but not for me, <br /> Forever lives my Poetry.<br /><br />Darnell Nalani Lucero<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-clock-will-stop/
