by Darren   Aug 6, 2015

Life sits and weeps in silence
...........apart from the ticking
in the darkness it watches
and with each stroke
it adds to fears
it causes tears
lines appear
a craggy faced moron emerges
from the boy that carried his dreams
and an incredulous outlook on life
in his swagger.

Time would once move forward
(in hope)
each added minute
heaped more experience
upon his frame
each passing second
pumped a muscle a little fuller
weeks and months strolled passed
and nodded in acknowledgement
at the young man who dared to be different.

Time now only counts down
to an end
when chances are lost
when hopes are dashed
it sniggers at everyone's failings
knowing that of all the wars
of all the dreams
and of all the delusion
time will always be around
casting another shadow.


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  • 3 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Time is a theme that I always seem to come back to in poetry! Can't escape it, can you?lol
    This is an excellent piece Darren with lovely flow. Enjoyed immensely. Well done and all the best,

    • 3 years ago

      by Darren

      Thanks again Ben.