Quickly spreading, digging its roots ever deeper,
Slowly dripping out of your veins, draining all life.
And drop by drop, second by second, the sand falls,
The clock keeps ticking, forward, never going back.
The narrow edge of life slowly begins to crack,
Over the endless pit, and where the darkness calls.
All longing for love and eternity, we strife.
Fighting against the path getting ever steeper.
Nothing is to gain from this pointless struggling,
Nothing but a few moments of true happiness.
There might come some times when we are not capable,
There might come some times when we are all crumbling,
But we keep on walking towards our success.
Time is a curse, deadly and unavoidable.
I like to sometimes think of time as an illusion. Great poem
Well thank you!
It’s someting I wrote some time ago for a daily prompt and I just found it again.
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