Time

It is about wanting to forget and holding on to memories at the same, because we are our past

Time is my greatest ally.

Though it seems today

 my biggest foe.

It ticks, and tocks,

 and mocks and knocks me down.

You left many marks on my mind.

Your words,

      like a searing brand.

Scaring brain tissues,

permanently etched into memory.

I wait for time, my greatest friend, 

        to dust his sands 

leaving the pain feeling like a hazy dream.

That happened to a different version of me 

in a place long forgotten.

I hang on to you

       and hoard all you said a like a guilty shame.

I wear it, 

      like links of chains, my secret pain.

Though, it's wise to let you go

 I fear the day

you no longer have (over my heart) a hold.

Because then,

        they will only be emptiness.

The good, along with the bad;

Gone

     Completely erased. 

And I will be tracing my fingers on the puckered scars left on my brain.

Wondering how they have gotten there.

        

And what exactly, did time,

my greatest ally

 take away this turn?

Reviews

[Olivia]

your writing style is really intriguing. I really enjoyed the honesty in your poem and how you present your emotions