poetry

Time

It wasn’t a matter

Of life and death,

It was much more

Important than that.

Time is an old, tired

Looking creature

But She appreciates the wait;

Enduring those sad months

When it seems everything is

Broken.

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “Time

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s