The Time Cycle

Milliseconds rush into seconds,

Seconds tick into minutes,

Minutes morph into hours,

Hours then turn to milliseconds again.

 

This vicious cycle never ends,

Never reprieves me from its wrongs.

It keeps going and going and going and going

on and on as I dive farther into insanity.

One day I will be strong,

But the ticking goes on and on.

I don’t know if I can stop,

Can stop thinking of the thing I am so desperately trying not

To think about and time is not helping

At all as

 

Days crawl into weeks,

Weeks dance into months,

Months evolve into years,

And years fall into decades,

Which turn to milliseconds once again?

 

Will this cycle ever end?

And if it does how will I mend?

I’ve never been in such a place

Where torture

Is a race

Of person.

I’ve never been in such a place

Where love

Is the enemy

Of all things unholy.

 

And as I try to mend while the world just spins

Because it never stopped.

The years and months keep going and going and going

And going

While I am trying to live,

Live my life,

Live the world!

Reviews

[Lorraine]

Awesome, Maddie!
I totally agree with Steve's review.
This is a wonderful poem. The way you described the passing of time was absolutely creative.
The concept of it was well delivered.
Great Job.
Keep Writing. ^___^

[Steve]

Whether time rushes, ticks, morphes or turns we're always aware of it, how it can trap our mistakes in the past while we make it worse, believing the exaggerations we build around it. I like how you reverse the whole 'time is a good healer' philosophy. Sometimes you just can't ever forget, or mend, or don't ever want to forget, sometimes it just seems easier to repress. A thing can drag us down, and evil happens while the world spins and looks on obliviously as always. We just have to get over this I guess, guilty as it can make us feel.
A good write, thanks for sharing!