I decided I would post some of my poetry on my website, also found on Deviantart.
This one sheds a light-hearted, rhyming focus on the natural anxiety brought on by the passage of time. Enjoy!
Time ticks on, fluent as a song.
Endlessly long.
Hopelessly strong.
The Soul of Stress,
The Maker of a Mess,
Why time moves along is anybody’s guess.
The impenetrable ticks, make me sick.
This all-consuming clock, just won’t stop.
Time ticks on, fluent as a song.
Endlessly long.
Hopelessly strong.
Time’s such a scare,
For time doesn’t care.
Hate to be a downer, but time is so unfair.
Now I’m getting quite mad,
Even a little sad.
For this all-consuming clock, simply can’t stop.
Time ticks on, fluent as a song.
Endlessly long.
Hopelessly strong.