9:49

9:48
The only minute I don't hate
And just 5 minutes before I meet my fate

9:49
The sweetest minute of the night
In hell, I dine
4 from now, I feel it's might

9:50
Ten till
The clock is spinning now,
It turns still

9:51
A rather bitter minute one
Might expect to come undone
With 2 minutes before Hell,
And 120 seconds to tell
My loved ones what I've really done

9:52
60 seconds left to feel
58 seconds left to heal
But now, what must I do?

9:53
The time is upon me now, to know fate
A figure in black shows at my door, the line
(My heart is freezing still)
Is drawn, only to be come undone
He asks me, out of blue,
"How are thee?"

bro wrote:9:53
The time is upon me now, to know fate
A figure in black shows at my door, the line
(My heart is freezing still)
Is drawn, only to be come undone
He asks me, out the? blue,
"How are thee?"

That's all I had a problem with. Otherwise, I loved this. It flowed nicely and didn't feel at all forced. Good job!
~LadyPurple.

It may seem weird, but I did that on purpose. "out of the" seems WAY too generic to me, but "out of blue" just flows nicer, which is the idea of the poem.

Ok, this is a good poem, but not as good as others that I've read by you.

(My heart is freezing still)

What is with the parentheses here???

Keep writing,
Alzora

It's there to not interfere with the "the line is drawn" part. In other words, I wanted to stick that in there to keep with the rhyme scheme of the last stanza, but not muddle things up.

Wow. I liked this poem.
It flowed well, made sense, and was really just a good poem.
Keep it up!

--Rayne