Sixty Minutes

My friend, give me only an hour

And I will tell you all about myself

Sixty minutes would tick the story

Of many failures and some success

Seconds would gradually break

Crushing my heart once more with ache

Filling it with dried-up autumn tears

That continue to pierce

Hopes of spring again ...

Despite, despite the needling pain

Time would talk about desires buried

About how my grandma's love worried

Through endless, sleepless nights ...

While I stared blankly

At the shadows of darkness

Not quite awakened

But wide awake ...