Time is Not a Patient Fellow

This is darker than my usual style of writing. I guess this is a freelance poem? I don't know, honestly. It sort of just happened.

Time is not a patient fellow

Nor one to make amends

When the sky bleeds orange and yellow

When white crests ride the boiling sea

Time is not a patient fellow

He has no heart, you see

He'll take you by the throat, and say 

"You know, I killed your King."

Time is not a patient fellow

Time cannot be reasoned with

Time is not one to rejoice 

Or revel in grace or choice 

Time is not forgiving 

Time is not kind 

Time takes with fists clenched tight

Your truth, your light

Your sanity, your strength

Time will leave you wanting

Craving, hurting, dying

Time will sit by your bedside and laugh,

"Long live the King."

Time is not a patient fellow

He is spite, he is demise

With a bottle of sherry and a smoking pipe

He'll lean back and smile

and watch the life leave your eyes

Reviews

[Aarea]

Incredible writing! I loved the repetition and how you made time like a real person at the end! I forget what that's called but it is always an essential part to a great poem it seems. I liked your description and your ideas. Nice work!