Reflections

steal this poem

The hours,

the minutes,

the seconds,

You better look away,

look away from this

futile, old scene

Don't you know you

oughta turn toward,

oh won't you come, 

come face me: see green

The hours,

the minutes,

the seconds

Bleeding out

from under us

through each night's

acquired drought

Why do you think about?

The hours,

the minutes,

the seconds,

Your life,

your love,

your loss,

You cannot save

Yourself, a slave:

The hours,

the minutes,

the seconds

What will you do?

- G.W. Saitreux

Author's Note

Any and all feedback welcome(:
Especially the mean stuff!

Reviews

[Lucid Thoughts]

This pice of writing really connects to me right now and my thoughts and how I handling things. Simple but true.

[G.W. Saitreux]

Thanks for the review! I'm glad to connect you to your present moment as that was my intent with this poem, hope things are going well

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Very catchy and well written, you get to thinking about where you spend your time and what’s it all about -worth it or not, enjoyed it 🌹

[G.W. Saitreux]

Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it

[lessa (kenzie)]

intriguing write, I liked this write.

[G.W. Saitreux]

Thanks for reading, glad you liked it(: