Sharon Maria Moemise

The sign of time is in the heart of the clock
That ticks off the seconds to our destiny
The sign of our destiny is the self inflicted mark
That scars the very being of our identity.

Life is lived by the code of our own makings
Emotion switched to frivolous uncertainty
The when and the how of carving our lives path
Lies within the reckless abandonment of reality

Temporal length of an entity's existence...
As the moments happen, as the clocks tick
Time is as we speak... As we define essence
As we make memories, as we defy irresistible logic

Time is of the essence, we hear it said
Time is timeless...surpassing life's light
From childhood to adulthood, a journey endless
Time's an eternal climb to unscalable heights


  • Author: SharonMoemise (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 18th, 2016 12:31
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 23
  • User favorite of this poem: Augustus.


  • Augustus

    God, this is good. Love it. Profound ways of thinking about time.

    • SharonMoemise

      Thank you so much, Augustus.

    • SabreLi

      I love the more unusual themes, and time is something that has always intrigued me - I love how you interpret it in this wonderful piece, great work once again Sharon! xx

    • SharonMoemise

      Thank you, SabreLi.

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