Time To Spare

I kill seconds by the hour.

I loop the same angry song
To relive moments I buried
Singing quietly the tune I forgot
But I can stay in control
This time, boy.

Staring at the same pages
Not intimidated by the way
They stare right back at me with
Malice in their daring eyes
Make time, man.

The world is being designed
Penstroke by period by comma
The labourer of constructive hate
My queen is calling me to
Have time, drone.

Five-by-five, never enough
Lines to fill with indulgent
Originality that's not too fresh
More like digging up graves
High time, artist.

It's still dark inside there
If you look from the depths
The world seems brightest, you know
If you keep turmoil within
Take time, human.

Author's Note

Blah, self-indulgent blah blah, the blah of the blah is too blah, so I just blah and blah your sister instead.

Reviews

[STAR CHILD]

this is interesting perspective it draws to an interesting look at humans

[Me]

Great imagery as usual - a pleasure to read your poetry...

[Paola Mauricio]

i like how that first stanza hits you right in the face, it's packed with that emotion you want to carry out till the poem ends. this is fantastic~

(and thank you for reviewing one of my poems, it's much appreciated. :) thank you very much~)