Time.

AMusings

I wish I knew what time was,

Because you wasted so much of mine,

I wished to replace pieces of it,

With other parts.

Is it a constant thing?

Do I move past time?

Or does time move through my body?

I can always rewind myself.

Hours and days lost in my past,

My body is the echoes of those years.

What is time?

I once promised you forever,

Yet often, completing today feels too much, 

And having only yesterday is frightfully too little.

It's like sand between my fingers,

And white shading itself into my hair. 

What is time?

We never seem to have much of it. 

  • Author: Alyssa Willis (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 3rd, 2022 00:48
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • tallisman

    This is good, itโ€™s got me examining the concept of time and itโ€™s way to early in the morning here for that! Really like this, thanks for sharing ๐Ÿ˜

    • AMusings

      ๐Ÿ™‚ thanks. I'm glad you like it.

    • L. B. Mek

      'Time
      is ruled, by
      Perspective..'
      ergo
      at onset of an arduous journey
      or stuck in traffic
      Time, is seemingly endless
      a sloth, havoc
      presence
      in our unbearably, stagnant existence
      and then, at arrival
      of our destination
      or while getting in our beds
      and looking at our calendars
      we remark, in bewilderment
      'We never seem to have much
      Time...!'
      lol
      in the words of Sherlock Holmes
      'Everything in this world is relative, my dear Watson.'
      (thanks for sharing, such
      a thought provoking read)



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