Time

time moves slow
it feels like an hour went by
but in reality
three minutes went by...
time moves so slow
what felt like yesterday
was only an hour ago...
time moves
but barely...
I don't grow
instead I shrink
because time barely moves...
and I hope
that maybe
it may stop
and so will I,
maybe
time will diminish
and so will I...
time is slow
and so is my breathing...
time is stopping
and so is my heart's beating...
time is up
the clock stopped ticking
the flame stopped flickering
my lungs stopped breathing
my mind stopped thinking...
time is up
and so is my life...
my time has come
death has arrived
coldness
darkness
happiness
finally
and time resumes
without me

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

This poem illustrates well our fascination with time and how we equate the clock's ticking with our heart beat, the beat of life. I think it's also why so many songs and movies include the sound of ticking clock. It creates an anxiety we might not experience if the sound was muted, the clock hidden from view. Still, it works well here to convey depression and despair, especially the short cold lines. And, now that I think about it, I understand why don't like clocks or watches.

[John the Baptist]

Actually, time is a construct of the human mind. Some traditions hold that there is only one eternal now.