Impending

I am afraid of time,
For after every second is another.
Against the clock we brace
a limitless unknown met with reserve.
How skillful are it's hands that strike with urgency
How precise it's movements,
Each one warning of the infinite.
Unyielding, stands the clock - supreme -
It's ticks and turns serve testament
To those it would enslave.
Such power do we give
to the impending -
No matter if it comes in peace or peril.
When every waking day is born of waiver,
Certainly can only feed the faithless.
I am afraid of time,
For after every second is another.
But come morning,
I will look for the sun.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

You must read, "What Time is it, Really ?"
by me.
This is a creative poem which must strike
terror in to the hearts of clock-watchers everywhere.
Very Nice and very creative.
---- Eagle Cruagh

[soliloquy]

This is wise, insightful, and entertaining to read. Nice!