Father time

It runs out like sand in an hour-glass for me now... wherever you are in this world ... wait for me now ...

The days roll by , I want too die. 

Ever so quickly and I ask myself why ?

Father time, please accept my plea.

Stop time just a bit for me.

I am losing something far too precious.

Days ahead overwhelming and suspicious.

The darkness falls and I am afraid. 

Feeling hopeless and dismayed. 

I don't hear my sweet serenade.

Grab my hand as I head for the fall.

When I hit the bottom I will be mauled.

Nothing to bring comfort now, going into withdrawal.

STOP IT NOW FATHER TIME!

It's harmless, just a victim-less crime

My eyes see sadness... nothing but grey.. please I implore you to stop the day. 

Author's Note

You may not understand it fully... it's extremely personally related atm Thank you my dear friends for reading as always...
I adore you all..

Reviews

[Tiffany Kelley]

I wish I would have been the one to explore this topic first but even though I wasn't, I must give you props. You mastered it perfectly. Probably way better than I could have.

Time is such a particular and tricky thing. I refer to it as evil but that's only because I feel like it's never been on my side.

The only thing I would do in this poem is take out the symbols for words like & and replace it with the real word. It will make it appear more professional. I also was confused by the periods on every sentence. It may be because I stopped at each one and got lost a few times but other than that it is wonderful! I hope you are not offended!

[twinklestar]

Not at all, I take it all constructively dearest Tiffany. Haha, I bet your's will be even better than mine will ever be. I'll also go back to edit out those &'s :).

Twinkle

[Baby Ricochet]

Time's kind of a pain in the a*s that way. Great poem

[jacob erin-cilberto]

simon and garfunkel once sang..."i was 21 years when i wrote this song; i'm 22 now but i won't be for long...time hurries on, and the leaves that are green turn to brown"

time does hurry on...we want to slow the ride down...stay young as we can---for as long as we can...but the sand sifts through the hour glass at its own pace---nothing we can do.

and sometimes we want time to hurry on...we feel this existence too overwhelming...but if we stop and think about it...it goes fast enough and we might want to savor the breaths that we have.

jacob