A Poison

A Poem About Time

I sit here in silence, Stuck motionless.

As if someone had broken time

Time such a valuable thing, yet wasted

Time, yet taken advantage of.

The only thing we have left

When there is nothing left to loose

This time is a poison that sickens this world

Too less time everything becomes a mess

Too much and you become depressed

In the moment when the right amount is present

The only moment when the poison breaks

And the need for an antidote is forgotten

When you are truly happy, You wake up.

The turmoil returns and the light gets dim

Only getting dimmer as the thing we call time passes

And then it’s gone only to be replaced with eternal silence