TimeA Poem by DmandmanThe unwavering expanse Around, around the hands go An analog expression relentlessly representing endless questions. Concrete rules forever Manifesting itself at your worst Guessing at what, when or why; never. Will it slow? Decades, years, hours and minutes Labels of predictable measures determined to persevere Seemingly standing still A chronometric tangible portrayal depicting An obscure delineation of what could come Does it End? Tick, Tock repeats the clock Uncertainty abounds not to waste what’s left. © 2016 Dmandman |
Stats
109 Views
Added on December 4, 2016 Last Updated on December 4, 2016 Author
|