Pain Brought by Time

Written by: Yaman Nimer

Days pass by
The way water slips
Through the palm of your hand
Like a Day is a single grain of sand
In an Hourglass
Then You Can
Hear the hisses
From the Emptiness around You
Time still finds a way
To cheat through the grip
Of your hands no matter how
Strong you try to hold on
To its rope, If not now
It will end up cutting through
Your hands
Leaving them scarred
Leaving you with regret that you
Never knew
Wishing you had done
More before it was all gone
In a storm
Of Winds made of cries
And Rain made of tears
Time is killed by no one
Time brought you to your demise
Time waits for no one
No room for excuses
No room for lies