Time

She runs and runs never stopping for a break.

Sometimes she runs as if haunted by a ghost.

Sometimes she strolls unknown by most.

She is more valuable than all the money in this world and that is no boast.

She is recurring like waves crashing the shore.

She is a mirage, an illusion that all long for.

To chase her is to run after the moon.

Like an endless race that will never end for good.

Reviews

[DBURKE]

This was a great poem. I think the format does not fit the flow but maybe if you format it differently it will flow smoother. The idea is outstanding- Thanks for sharing!

[Rachel U.]

Firstly, I loved the imagery and the personification that you used to illustrate time. Very creatively done.
However, I take some issue with your punctuation. The flow was quite strange without the commas in each individual line. If you punctuated each in the same fashion as "She is a mirage, an illusion that all long for," I'm sure you would be more satisfied with how it reads.
Besides the strange lack of accentuating commas, well done.