A Curse Or A Blessing

A Curse or A Blessing Time is a gift a healer it heals the wounds we have yearned to close it heals the times we long to forget it's a healer friendships grow stronger with each passing hour couples loving every minute they are together families enjoying the second spent together but time is a curse a stealer poison to our blood venom that there is no cure too the only known thing that will never stop you cannot out run time it will always win in the end it’s a stealer it will tear us apart our skin going wrinkly creasing our minds no longer young and free held down by the weight of the world causing us to lose ourselves time is a stealer it steals our breath beauty innocence time is the reason why we learn from our mistakes we will never make the same one twice why our internal wounds close that gaping hole through our heart that seems to always bleed seals as time goes on why we have to die why we grow old why we lose our innocence everything will leave the sun will lose its light the lights that keeps us warm is slowly fading the icebergs are slowly melting the world a little more worried about what will happen in 10 years 20 30 40 50 years we are becoming engulfed the wave is about to crash over our head drowning us making us count the minutes until the class is over high school is over college is over a job is over a hard time is over we count each passing minute hour year till we are finished we think now we can take a break but time doesn’t take a break it stops for no one and no thing now we have to realize the wave has crashed over drowning us filling our lungs with the moments that we wish would be over not the moments we can’t forget each passing hour filling our head with moments that make us think and wonder when we get a break the wave has drowned us the wave of time. Time has won it always will the wrinkles on our skin prove that the ice that is melting the sun that is fading away the world run by technology the power being abused the hope that keeps us living one day after another after all time does in the end takes our breath away is part of times plan we are chess pieces in time’s game and we always seem to be in checkmate checkmate checkmate checkmate again and again we are losing our sanity to time the ice melting proves that our resources diminishing proves that why can’t we out run time? Because time will keep on ticking tick tock goes the clock.

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