Time Awake

A simple thought about life and what we fill it with.

The thing about human beings is that

It is like if you took a solid raw block of marble

and then bit by bit chiselled away pieces of it

Until it became this beautiful unique statue

 

Then you stood back and watched it for a period of time

as if it were there for the examination

of how long it would take to disappear  

and slowly over the course of this time

it started to wither away, and pieces fell off

its structure began to decay and like dust it gets picked up by the winds

and blows away until there is hardly anything left

 

One day this statue will fall and then its time in existence will be over

So, the question is, is this living or is it dying?

Is it a fast moving life or Is it a slow moving death?

A time filled with too many questions

and not filled with enough appreciation of the statue

or the detail and time took to make it.

 

Time Awake

By C.

Author's Note

Be as honest as you can with what comments you make.

Reviews

[TLK]

In all honesty, I didn't read this poem.