Zero Hour

Time is an unforgiving killer, but she also has a tender, healing side.

Zero Hour

 

Another sleepless night spent

Thinking of far too many things,

Aware of our impermenance.

The ever-present ticking clock

Counts down to zero hour

We’re powerless to stop it.

 

A million memories

Shaped by a million experiences.

Lives touched for better or worse.

 

Our lives are invisible blemishes

That can’t be seen on Time’s aging body

Minute defects,

Imperfections on a killer’s

Otherwise flawless frame.

 

Time is cold and calculating. 

Certain that we will know the pain of loss.

Like clocks with broken gears,

Lives are halted.

What cruel hands!

 

Time is an eternity for us,

Yet, Time can blink her eyes,

And we’ll be gone.

 

The scratches of those cruel hands

Burn with losses’ painful sting. 

Remedied only by Time’s tender side.

Another year passed,

A healing salve,

Slowly fades the scars.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Living dead girl]

I like how time is painted as a person, both good and bad.
It makes sense, sometimes time is in your favor others its against you.

[D.E. Ball]

Thanks for reading! :D

[Baby Ricochet]

Ah time and existential angst. Always good for a poem or two. Good Job

[D.E. Ball]

I don't go into angsty existentialist mode often, only when I have trouble sleeping. I was looking through some of my old poems when I found this one. ^_^ As always, thanks for taking the time to read and comment.