seconds are drops of water in a river. everyone starts at the top, and according to many, we can only coast with the waves, following their path until the end, and the river cannot be moved - no matter what happens. but how can the river stay on course when torrential, destructive hurricanes dislodge debris and soil from the ground? when the path is blocked, the river has to pave its own way.
Escapril Day 6! Prompt: time (nonlinear). I hope you enjoy this poem! What does it mean to you?
a second at a second eyes knew something of a golden weapon a minute at a minute a sunrise's glitch before you know it an hour at an hour dinner a feast desert sour a day at a day one sunny one rainy all different says a week at a week Mondays lazy Fridays a smiley cheak a month at a month nothing permanent each a season at once a year at a year every beginning to the ending you near a glance at a glance still dont know the hallways of a billion stance
It seems so wasted Time Spent sad angry isolated Minutes Lost never to be found again Hours Gone spent regretting Days Empty no memories made Years Only wishing we could go back to the first seconds of that day
How much time we spend regretting things we wasted time on
Tears are a signature Our mouths Can’t quite sign For goodbye lingers In the corner of our eyes Stumbling down our cheeks Hands shake for words To create in an embrace That will swallow us whole And for a moment Feel full, overflowing Healing For seconds are fleeting When goodbye has a home Upon your tongue