The Devil called Time

Time tells tales
Tales of success and fails

Lies that we are great
Judgements because we hate

It gives birth to souls at the wrong time
Such as the life I call mine

So, therefore, I am cursed and doomed
Confined to the bed of a room

A poet too ancient for the modern
A writer to late for the contemporary
Oh how my hearts beats and yearns
For a time too late to appreciate me