LEFT TIME

Time has swallowed half
Of the chance I have
To reach the last end
Of what I couldn’t end,
At the usual time.-
One full year is left.

How do I finish this trek
With a peace of mind, this time?
Whom do I keep a distance from?
What do I keep off from, for the while?

From where can my help come
If not the only One who saw me weep
While my pen gave birth to this piece
Under the tree on the hill?