Killing Time

 

The thought turns into a notion,

the notion carries over to dread,

the dread leads to destruction,

is this how it’s supposed to end?

 

My effort was expended on a passing phase of a wish.

I turned to look and left myself feeling slow and listless.

The time passes me so slowly now,

It’s like a winter that never ends.

The situation seems to push and plow,

it might be time to finally make a mends.

In and out the blood seeps and flows.

So I was slowly killing you,

how was I to know?

An effigy burning in an inspired place,

set alight ideas that absorbed every trace.

With the end so near,

is it really wise to be so far behind in the race?

Reviews

[W. J. Howard]

Loved how the beginning of the poem evolved from a thought through to destruction. Effectively expressed.

[Pen Draggin']

Your use of vocabulary is very refreshing. The poem has effective meter and rhyme. Well done.