Time

As an hour you have come, as an hour you must go.

Where you depart to after? That, I do not know.

For I am to you as you are to me,

and like hours pass, we continue to leave.

Like roads that begin but have to end,

with others crossing over them, to twist and bend.

Just like others do in our times of trouble.

Then we follow like buildings crumble.

We know not of what lies ahead.

We realize not when we dream in our beds.

But by mysticism we are to hear

certain things that mock us when death draws near.

If life has taught us anything, it is nothing.

This notion of afterlife, fabricated by bluffing.

We do not progress, but shan't regress.

We are not awake, but cannot rest.

I am one man in the great sea of Earth.

My living, I was aware of it first.

Power beyond comprehension is there,

but hidden from us because we are scared.

Like knowledge plentiful, spirit overwhelms.

And from man to invention, back to its hell.

For is it the divine creator to make man?

Or man fabric the creator by his hand?

This philosophy, sadly, we know not.

Unknown to be known, this thing we have sought.

But not captured, only more question.

And to able thought, not a single mention.

For we are struck by mortality, like lightning to ground.

For hate and security, we think we are sound.

But like hours we are, we know not what we see,

because now we depart this world silently.

Reviews

[Janice]

This is the 2nd poem of yours that I've read...and thus far you're one of my favorite writers on this site. I'm a true fan of rhyming, flowing poetry with a timeless and poignant story line. Your work comes with lessons of life, lessons we all may face, or at best question, from lessons we all may learn. Very well written, very well read!

[Spiceyyy]

i really liked this one, great story telling and great use of vocabulary.
i especially liked the lines 'Like roads that begin but have to end,
with others crossing over them, to twist and bend.'
keep them coming i look forward to reading more :)

[BeccaBelieved-]

Once again, well done. A steady tempo and a good rhyming pattern.

Again, there is a way your words capture a story, though this one is slightly different. I can relate to this one as well. A story weaved into words, a difficult feat, though you seem to have made it appear easy. Keep writing, keep dreaming, keep living.

- Becca