I count the minutes of my sad little life,

What words taunt my mind,

Carelessly consume my thoughts, my face, my emotions, ruin innocent pleasures, a child could tell,

Do tell me what you look upon,

So quick to judge I think not,

For you have no image to place me besides your scary nightmare, a mask, your boogeyman.

I don’t think I’d wear this mask, if I could take it off,

Do you think me a fool for your amusing? A clown who sheds but coloured tears? Continue reading 10 Minute Poetry: “Minutes Left”