My take on time; and my first attempt at poetry.


1. Time...

Time is a never ending sequence; A circle that just won’t stop,

So why does time just flash before our eyes at a pace that not one us can keep.

A tick tock, tick tock that chimes with each passing moment.

But time is our friend; our companion,

It marks every moment of our lives, Records our history, our birth

And our death.

Then time is no longer our friend, because with death comes an impenetrable darkness, where all is still; there is nothing in death.

No life, just empty existence.

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