Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Time is Running Out</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Pale as a sheet of ice upon the wooded trail<br>Early in the morning on a winter’s day at sunrise<br>You are lying lifeless, your eyes closed to the world around you; <br>If you were to come to life you would be<br>Looking into my eyes wide open, <br>My mind being your tragic literature-<br>The sun rests low behind the mountains, <br>The grass is greener than a polished emerald<br>Reflecting light so frighteningly bright that<br>It has become a mirror in which I can see my own eyes<br>Stunningly terrified echoed in the dewdrops-<br>Time is running out for me-<br>I believe that the end is near-<br>Time is running out as my tears hit the ground<br>In staccato rhythm as I am trying to figure<br>Why life has been a catastrophic musical - once hope gave me reason to persevere-<br>The imaginary clock only I can see tells me it is early morning and<br>All I can see is bleeding flesh through a multitude of tears-<br>My time is running out and the cold wind blows<br>The leaves upon the trees surrounding-<br>God’s eyes are upon me and all I can do is ask<br>Will I go to heaven when my heart<br>Makes its final beat and will my shadow remain by my side? <br>Hell is here on earth and I have lived a life of persecution, <br>Terror and dismay as I am constantly standing upon a cliff<br>On the brink of disaster- I am none but a lost soul and I still see my reflection<br>Through my tears as I cry out in fear- if I were a bird I would<br>Spread my wings and fly away from this planet earth to<br>A safer haven if one exists- I realize now that the lifeless figure before me is<br>None but an image of the angry, suspicious person I truly am-<br>The sun shows its face above the mountaintops as the trees shiver in the wind-<br>Time is running out and I am at death’s door-<br>Time is running out for me and I have been robbed of my spirit-<br>Hope has been snuffed out and time is running out-<br>As I listen to the voices only I can hear and as I look into the eyes of a ghost-<br>I see the hands upon that phantasmal clock spinning out of control-<br>Time is running out today but I can still see the sun-<br>Time is running out, and the sun will fall behind the mountains when dusk sets in<br>Leaving me in the darkness- time shall run out but tomorrow-well-<br>Tomorrow is another day…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=358385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Claudia Krizay</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a></strong></div>