The Hours. The Minutes, the Seconds

tich2121

I

Everyday wasting of hours

a house that is called home

a broken mirror

the shadow that stares back

the rain clouds lurk above

stairs are an escape

a room above the clouds

silent cries are drowned by air

water saves the drowning

a single drop saves a second

 

lakes are worth a thousand

rivers are worth hundreds

oceans are worth billions

clouds last forever

 

my hours are limited, my minutes are lost, my seconds forgotten

 

II

my minutes wander from me

a room just like any other

a sky blue as sea

it calls to me

a thousand panes of glass

a world that doesn’t exist

above a world that does

dreams are nightmares

nightmares are dreams

 

anger controls the door

fear controls window

I control my feet

The want of interaction

But the comfort of loneliness

The knowledge of the unknown

Blocks the stairs

 

my hours are gone, my minutes given, my seconds ignored

 

III

The seconds

Decisions of answers

Questions released

Paths washed away

Old loves haunt me

New loves control me

My always loves forever control my decisions

A short leash till I reach the end

A path that I am caged into

 

a cozy heart

an outer case

the seconds bury

five billion seconds of thoughts

regret for 8 million

a child’s imagination

an adult’s reality

 

my hours are controlled, my minutes are restrained, my seconds manipulated

 

IV

freedom is a curse

it haunts my night

freedom is a blessing

it grows my thoughts

a spirit of control fights me

freedom guards me

a vessel waits for me

all of nature welcomes me

solitude is a dream

till it grows lonely

family is a dream

till they grow expectant

a few voices scream at me

memories keep me sane

 

my time is wasted

my moments are not mine

gone, controlled, limited

given, restrained, lost

ignored, manipulated, forgotten

my time is spent.

  • Author: tich2121 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 15th, 2017 10:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this for English class we looked at a poem that was very random and we had to follow the same type of style and I really liked it. This is about how my time is not mine to spend. So many things take up my time.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 46
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Comments2

  • Isabel Chelisia Villa

    i love this poem...i can relate to the first part really well

  • Tony36

    Great write love it



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