The Innocence of Time

Poetry Writer

Poetic WriterI was born and met Time.

It devoured me
and slowly moved on,
ravaged me as each moment passed by.

It grew branches in the path of what was
and withered for what was to come.

I crouched in silence,
afraid of Time’s hands…
reaching out to suffocate me.

It whispered and laughed.

I sat in darkness,
hearing the rhythm of my heart.
I couldn’t avoid it.

For the hours reached out to touch me,
the minutes to grasp me,
the seconds to end me.

It teased my struggle.
I was prey to each moment.

The thunder crashed,
the clouds rolled by
and the sun rose a final red.

Time closed my eyes,
and I banished it forever.