Material Reality

In class. we had to write a poem that captured the essence of a household object, but without actually naming it inside the poem.

A breath in stillness

Inhale…exhale…heartbeat

With each strike, life is curtailed

That moment passes, it shall never return

 

For I am the thief of life

Controller of ALL

The ruler of every aspect

I wait for no one

 

Round and round you go

To race against me, to beat me,

Manage, control, and monitor me

But remember, I keep going

 

Many shall run to and fro

Until the time of the end

But of that day and hour

No one knows

Not you, nor I

In synchronisation with the inevitable end

Author's Note

Very honest reviews & opinions are greatly appreciated. I don't do poetry but I'd love to learn more - Thank you.