A warn flashes on the screen <br />as I inscribe poetry from my brain <br />in an internet cafe near the hospital <br />where I use to relax if I feel sentimental <br />its when I am filled with emotional tides <br />that dictates the flow of my poetic vibes <br /> <br />The phrase ' last five minutes' <br />has effected sort of life's limits <br />that time can be cut off short <br />and washes away joy of sort <br />like the poem I write to express <br />that can't be finished if suppress <br /> <br />This critical time makes me rush <br />to beat the five minutes in dash <br />which activate my instinctive creativity <br />to extract all thoughts with candid relativity <br />when all impulses within me are set as entry <br />and being pooled into one essence of a poetry<br /><br />Marvin Brato Sr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-5-minutes/
