Time Takes Turns
A desperate toil,
Toil of a leg with no comparable strength,
Just a sense demanding less but equipped with efficiency,
Here we go, our line goes.
Back i am,
Go and I’m always back,
From above you see but you destruct, cause you do
We an army, multi in numbers.
But size matter, its true you large, that’s why you are invisible to us
It matters the arc we create, yes it matters every part of the lengthy
Take out a piece and it takes out a peace
Our whole clan is gone,
Gone in confusion, this is what takes us away
We lack replacement because we never have hopes of losing
Losing each other, that’s why you see us toiling
The way we do, because that’s our mode
None isn’t lost, but no one is lost
Only in time we lose, for in it we gain
So we wait for its reign
Not patiently, just unexpectedly
Each time is a time, we move with it
We turn, it takes turns ,
It turns ,we gone.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
