Time
time is a man mad contruct
made to create order and congruity
and I never used to fear it-
I often used to wish that I could speed it up
speed up this made up thing so I could escape
first it was to escape the farm
than it was to escape my mother
than it was to escape myself
than my father

I wanted time to speed up so I could get older
make my own choices
I wanted time to speed up so I could leave
run away
and as I sat there dragging out my days
in hopes that they would pass by faster

I sped right into your arms

god your warm embrace
enveloped me like a cloud
and shrouded me in such love
that I was able to breathe for the first time
I was able to slow down
and now I wish all the hours I spend with you
could be dragged out to equal days
if not months or years or even decades

but time won’t listen
it never has and never will
so as much as I cry and hurt and beg
for it to extend our time
it’s no use

the time for you to leave will come
wether it’s from my front door
from my embrace
from my life
one day it will come
and one day I will leave too
and I will ask time
as to why she is so cruel
why she lengthens time
when it needs to pass
and why she shortens it
when I need it to freeze- to last forever
she will look at me and laugh
and then pity me
and say that it is me
it is us that created her
she is but the products of each
of our consciousness meshed into
one cruel being
that provides chaos and agony
in the hopes of providing peace and order


© AllisonKC07