Time

Time

You are my greatest opponent

You’re an overgrown jungle that keeps on growing 

And I lose myself within your thick vines of time 

Ticking and tocking, 

Growing and growing. 

Will I ever be free from your knots? 

My wrists bound by minutes  

Gagging on hours. 

Strangled by Thursdays and

Fridays like

No tomorrow.

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

Time is a very strange thing, the moment we come out in this human world it started from that moment and day by day, moment by moment it has chained us by its strong complicated chains... I really loved your word choices, as you wrote a very thought provoking poem here... Well done...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Davidgeo]

Good metaphor. Excellent topic.

Reads pretty good. I like short poems, I'm American so I lack attention span

[Pete]

Seems like everyone is in a hurry to go nowhere & do nothing. Great observation.

[barleygirl]

Nicely expressed struggle with the tendrils of time, keeping the analogy going thru your poem: "bound by minutes" (check spelling, please) . . . "strangled by Thursdays & Fridays" . . . all very original & playful, even tho you're describing a fight. I can feel the bound-up sensations from here! *smile*

[Kirsty Woodward]

What would I do without you pulling me up on these spelling mistakes haha. Thank you so much for all your reviews. Amazing. So thankful.

[Vatsal Rohilla (account..]

Ma'am, it is an excellent poem and your choice of words is commendable. "You're an overgrown jungle that keeps growing." Very nice lines and a very good metaphor. It gives intense felicity when I read your poems.

[Kirsty Woodward]

I'm glad you like. Thank you.

[Ben Barton]

This is pretty damn great. "Strangled by Thursdays and Fridays like no tomorrow" is an AWESOME line.