Time will give me free..

If by Sunday, there is no change,
I wont anymore, throw myself on stage.

End of the day, by the last hour,
Sweet scent of roses, or lemons sour?

If everything is right, by some miracle made,
I will take time to cool in the shade.

But if still a living Hell, with no reason to be,
Deaths loving arms will set me free.

© Carissa Chiverton