Poem?

Everything went fast like the leaves

that falls till it touches

the solid of the ground.

Seconds turned to Minutes

Minutes turned to hours

while as hours turned to days

as Days too turn to months

Everyone seemed the same

yet at the same time different.

Moving differently as well,

I seem to still be hesitating

How the past haunts me

and shackles me down

for my own sins to someday

be repented and forgiven.

Almost as if I see the sand clock

that runs and runs before me

at the spans of my life

slowly fading away

Who do I reach out to

save me from my own hell

and the delusions which

my heart suddenly creates?

Like an iceberg I am cursed

I feel cold and paralyzed

that I am unable to move

and never to see spring again

Slowly I yearn for someone

to melt the iceberg

and bring spring upon me

for the first time