Time

Time

Precious time...wasted time....sands of time...

All just lost time savagely slipping away 

Like a masochistic god mercilessly ruling over us

No regard for our wants or desires

We beg him to slow down and allow us to revel in a moment

We plead with him to speed up and help heal our hurt

We cry out desperately for just one more day

We come away always ignored

His pace never waivers

His rhythm shows no remorse

We are brutally reminded with every faded memory and every loved one lost...

With every tick of the clock and every setting sun...

That he is in charge

Until his final act of power when he simply strips us of himself altogether. 

Reviews

[SZHZIA]

I love your thoughts that you have expressed in this poem about time. Simply loving it. :-)

BEst
szhzia

[SuspectGray]

Time is a human creation that doesn't exist in the universe...maybe that's why we think we can control it...or try to...we can't

[Nicole715]

You're right....but that doesn't stop us from trying! Thank you for the review.

[Inject Positivity]

Clappings!!!! Wow!! I loved how you have stated the concept of time in our life....I can feel the feelings of this poem. Lovely way to describe how time and situation plays with us....Amazing work....100ratings....Looking forward to read your works more....

[Nicole715]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it! :-)

[Nicole715]

I would love to have some feedback